Today is St. Patrick’s Day, when people celebrate a strange tradition in which Americans pretend to be more Irish than they actually are; in a loose effort to honor a Christian bishop and missionary in Ireland, who was actually born in England and who was actually of Italian descent… not Irish.
With Mommy and me both being ¼ Italian, that makes you and your brother ¼ Italian as well. But because people celebrate where St. Patrick lived as a missionary, instead of celebrating his actually ethnic descent, we celebrate Irish stereotypes today instead of Italian ones.
That explains why your brother and I are showing off our green attire in this picture.
With today being March 17th, and your due date being April 21st, we’re only about a month away from your arrival!
(You are now the size of a honeydew melon and that fact is becoming very obvious; as I look at Mommy’s tummy.)
Obviously, my 35th birthday is on April 20th; which is when I want you to be born. I want to share my birthday with you.
However, the full moon in April in 2 days later on the 22nd, which also happens to be Earth Day. There’s a theory that more babies are born near the date of the full moon because of the stronger gravitational pull; like the way the moon affects the ocean tides every night.
So in my mind, there’s a decent chance you’ll be born on April 22nd. I suppose that would be a pretty cool birthday to have, if you can’t share mine on April 20th.
Mommy predicts you’ll be born on April 24th, because of her work schedule.
As far as Mommy’s pregnancy, she’s getting to the point where it seems there’s no comfortable way for her to sleep. I’m sure that only gives her that much more motivation to look forward to you getting out of there.
A month is not a very long time. It’s just a matter of weeks before we see you.