Dear Frijole,
Your father and I had a conversation today that I want you to know about. We'll talk about this again many years down the road if you should ever decide to have a child. Mentioning injury and pain to the penis is the key, I think.
Ivan: You don't have to worry. I will be at the hospital with you as long as it takes. And I'll count for you and help you breathe and everything.
Amie: I don't know anything about all that. I'll learn when I take my class.
I: Class?
A: Yeah. A childbirth class.
I: (scoffs) You don't need a class. You have hundreds of generations of women's instincts to rely on.
A: If you had a person immimently being pushed out of your penis and you wanted to know more about it, you'd get more information. Talk to me then.
I: Well-played, well-played.
Love,
Mama
Friday, December 2, 2011
"You are my face."
Dear Frijole,
Your daddy and I went to my ultrasound yesterday and were so excited to find out that YOU ARE A GIRL! I cried happy tears on the table when they told me. Your daddy is very happy, too, although he is already nervous for you to start dating.
Unfortunately, we weren't able to get good pictures of your face because of your position. But just like last time, you kept crossing your legs and waving your arms around. I suggested that maybe one day you'll be a conductor of some sort. You are an active little thing in there.
We have decided that your name will be Sophia Ruth Pesic. Ruth was one of my beloved grandmothers. Juanita was the other, but sadly I feel like using her name and calling you Sophia Juanita makes you sound like a Latina porn star.
I chose the name Sophia for you in 2001. I was sitting in a cafe in Hollywoood, CA when I declared it out loud and made it official. When I met your daddy, he had already chosen this name for you, too, even before he met me. So, even though the name has become very popular in the last couple of years, we felt there was only one thing we could call you. But you'll always be my little Frijole.
Love,
Mama
Your daddy and I went to my ultrasound yesterday and were so excited to find out that YOU ARE A GIRL! I cried happy tears on the table when they told me. Your daddy is very happy, too, although he is already nervous for you to start dating.
Unfortunately, we weren't able to get good pictures of your face because of your position. But just like last time, you kept crossing your legs and waving your arms around. I suggested that maybe one day you'll be a conductor of some sort. You are an active little thing in there.
We have decided that your name will be Sophia Ruth Pesic. Ruth was one of my beloved grandmothers. Juanita was the other, but sadly I feel like using her name and calling you Sophia Juanita makes you sound like a Latina porn star.
I chose the name Sophia for you in 2001. I was sitting in a cafe in Hollywoood, CA when I declared it out loud and made it official. When I met your daddy, he had already chosen this name for you, too, even before he met me. So, even though the name has become very popular in the last couple of years, we felt there was only one thing we could call you. But you'll always be my little Frijole.
Love,
Mama
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