Dearest Blizzard,
It's me, Ericca, writing to you. I know it's not your intention but you are making this whole "going into labor" thing even scarier. You came and dumped 26 inches of snow on all the roads just last week and now, here you are again. Please move on so I can uncross my legs and let our son out! I would really love to have Legend in my arms instead of kicking me in the ribs. Besides, I don't think B. knows what to do with the boiled water and towels anyway. Thank you for your understanding and, no offense, but I hope not to see you for quite a while.
Yours Truly,
Ericca
