Dear Baby Lake,
It's not long now until I lose my internal heating system and your quiet little home is rudely interrupted by an eviction that you might not be expecting. So, I think there are a few things you should know:
I knew from the start that you were a girl, which shows that even if I'm not always right, I am some of the time at least.
I have a feeling that you will be a pretty stellar dancer. I love that you already dance with me to my ipod.
Macdonald's is what we like to call a "sometimes food;" one that I rarely thought about before you came on the scene so don't get too hooked.
Our friends have given you lots of names already: Suzannah, Esther, Rainbow, Sally Lunn, Puddle, and Jamima (Puddle Duck.) Never fear, you have a lovely one waiting for you.
I think your Dad should buy me a Kardashian-sized diamond ring so that when I get disapproving/pitied looks out in public, I can flash the ring and put people in their place. It's ok though; you're worth all the funny looks.
I dream about you every night.
Your Dad and I already think you are the most beautiful girl in the world.
We can't wait to meet you.
p.s. thanks for the outie.