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An Emergency Letter to My Muffin
Dear Muffin,
Boy, you really know how to scare people already, you little shitster. I know, you don't know anything about this, but your mama had a blood test to make sure you're okay, and the doctor's office called her at work to tell her that maybe you're *not* okay.
It's called an alpha-fetoprotien test, and I was really hoping you'd flunk this one - no point in being an overachiever at this early age. But alas, you didn't, and there's a chance you may have spina bifida. So, the doc thinks the best thing to do is send you and mama and daddy to L'ville for one of those fancy-schmancy 3D ultrasounds.
If it's not a false positive, all I can think is you must be some special baby to have the parents you do. Your mama is upset, of course, because she loves you so much she doesn't want anything bad to ever happen to you (and I know exactly how she feels.) She loves you no matter what, and your daddy does too. They both know what this could mean, and the decision was made a long time ago to deal with whatever the Universe decides.
(I, on the other hand, being a Miserable Bitch and Nasty Noni, am HIGHLY pissed off at the Universe and right now I hate god. There, I said it, so shoot me.)
For the record, my darling and beloved Muffin, I love you no matter what as well. I don't care if you have tentacles and another head when you arrive (remember? I'm the Noni who thought it was cool when you still had webbed fingers and toes!) it doesn't matter to me in the least. I hope it's a false positive for your sake, because to me, there's no way I could love you any less.
And Muffin, I'll be there for the ultrasound. YEP!! I certainly will. I wouldn't miss it for anything at all, and I'm happy I'll get to see you on the big screen, up close and personal. It's about time I visited, I know.
Now, behave yourself until I get there. We're shooting for next Friday, we'll see what happens with scheduling and stuff. In the meantime, you're in every breath and every beat, just like your mama and daddy. I'll be thinking of you, loving you, and I'll meet you by the willow tree tonight, okay? We've got some chatting to do, my little dumpling. :)
<3
P.S. Feel free to flunk any other additional test. No penalty.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
Boy, you really know how to scare people already, you little shitster. I know, you don't know anything about this, but your mama had a blood test to make sure you're okay, and the doctor's office called her at work to tell her that maybe you're *not* okay.
It's called an alpha-fetoprotien test, and I was really hoping you'd flunk this one - no point in being an overachiever at this early age. But alas, you didn't, and there's a chance you may have spina bifida. So, the doc thinks the best thing to do is send you and mama and daddy to L'ville for one of those fancy-schmancy 3D ultrasounds.
If it's not a false positive, all I can think is you must be some special baby to have the parents you do. Your mama is upset, of course, because she loves you so much she doesn't want anything bad to ever happen to you (and I know exactly how she feels.) She loves you no matter what, and your daddy does too. They both know what this could mean, and the decision was made a long time ago to deal with whatever the Universe decides.
(I, on the other hand, being a Miserable Bitch and Nasty Noni, am HIGHLY pissed off at the Universe and right now I hate god. There, I said it, so shoot me.)
For the record, my darling and beloved Muffin, I love you no matter what as well. I don't care if you have tentacles and another head when you arrive (remember? I'm the Noni who thought it was cool when you still had webbed fingers and toes!) it doesn't matter to me in the least. I hope it's a false positive for your sake, because to me, there's no way I could love you any less.
And Muffin, I'll be there for the ultrasound. YEP!! I certainly will. I wouldn't miss it for anything at all, and I'm happy I'll get to see you on the big screen, up close and personal. It's about time I visited, I know.
Now, behave yourself until I get there. We're shooting for next Friday, we'll see what happens with scheduling and stuff. In the meantime, you're in every breath and every beat, just like your mama and daddy. I'll be thinking of you, loving you, and I'll meet you by the willow tree tonight, okay? We've got some chatting to do, my little dumpling. :)
<3
P.S. Feel free to flunk any other additional test. No penalty.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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