Can't wait to meet you

Dear Blob,

Today we will meet you for the first time. It's kind of weird to think that we know almost everything about you, yet we really know nothing at all. We don't know why you will cry (You want a boob? You just took a dump? You want George W. to wipe that godforesaken smirk off his face?) or why you will smile (Gas? Your love of the bouncy seat? A cat licked your face because it smelled milk?).

But your arrival has been very anticipated.

Your dad and I are a little freaked out this morning. We're excited and nervous and scared and so looking forward to seeing you for the first time.

We hope you like us. We're cool. We like to do fun stuff and we like good music (OK mostly that's dad, me -- I still like me some pop radio from time to time) and we throw fun parties and we made you a nice home over the last six months. Enjoy the plasma TV -- oh wait, no TV for you yet. Well, we'll enjoy it anyway on those nights you keep us awake.

Hopefully we'll see you later today. We'll be the ones with the big faces and the blurry features you'll see first. We love you already.

Mom and Dad