Dear Prudence,
You are getting a bum deal. I have not been reporting on your weird movements that started out feeling like soda bubbles and that are now turning into more aggressive bumps. I have not reported that aside from one horrible Saturday I have been feeling pretty great. I haven't documented the fact that all I want to do is eat fruit, lots of fruit, but that my weird pineapple allergy is stronger than ever. There is no current list of bands that I have taken you to see so far. No where will you find pictures of my rapidly swelling belly. Most importantly, I never even reported that we are pretty sure you are a girl.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry, your name isn't really going to be Prudence. Oh, I do have this romantic idea of you being a sad moody teenager and locking yourself in your room and your dad singing 'Dear Prudence' to you. You will roll your eyes and tell him to go away and make fun of him, but you will remember that and years after you are done with your wacko teenage phase you will appreciate that he did that for you, but that just isn't going to happen.
The lady that looked at the sonogram said that she saw absolutely no boy parts. (ACE! if this ends up being you, then I apologize... oh and don't worry ACE! will not be your real name either) I am happy for you. You will have a great dad. He will annoy you, there is no doubt about that. He will quiz you on bands like you wouldn't believe, and he will no doubt eat most of your ice cream if you offer him a bite, but its ok, he is worth it. He is gone right now. He doesn't get back for about 17 days. He went on tour with a band and is doing what he loves to do most (aside from being with us of course). Its ok though. We are doing fine. We have Radio to protect us, who at this moment is snoring in the next room, but I assure you he is on full alert! He will be home soon, and when he gets here he is going to take us to eat alot of pizza. I promise that I will do my best to get a picture of us watching him play when we go see him so that you can have at least a picture of that. Prudence, I'm sorry I don't take many pictures. I don't photograph well, and its just not fun for me. I'm sure you will photograph much better.
Oh no, Radio just woke up and came in to tell me that it is time to go back to bed. No, he didn't actually talk to me, but he did give me a look of dissaproval.
Goodnight.
~the lady that is housing you (I probably should start talking to you and telling you that I am your mom so you know who I am when you pop out.)
