Dear Future Fetus,
Hi, it's your mom. There's something I wanted to get off of my chest. I'm not sure if I can do this. I thought by now I'd know, but yeah no. I'm sure it'd be cool to have a little you; tiny sweet little ball of fur. How awesome would it be to hardly get any sleep for the first couple of months you're alive. Oh and I'm sure you'll keep me up before you even make it into the world. That feeling of butterflies (aka mortal kombat in my belly) tre exciting and bonding. To incessantly cleanup poop and spit up. To get poked and prodded, before and after. I hear, even with all things considered, it's the best thing that can happen to someone. I'm sure that's true to an extent, but still not sure if it's for me. Look, I'm a selfish person. I like to sleep in, come and go as I please, and not have to worry about killing something because I wasn't around to feed/water/change it. Not to mention I'd be responsible for you for 18 years (yeah yeah I know more than that). I think about what I put my mom through, and then I think of you. Obviously, I was way better than my siblings, but still I know I gave my mom heartburn; and probably still do. Everyone says they want to do better and more than their parents did, and so do I. I will not put you through what I went through. But what if I fail? What if I let you down? I know you won't always like me, but what if I can't always give you the best? What if I end up sucking at this shit? I don't want you resenting me, even though at some point you will by hormonal default. Long story short I'm just not sure about you. Not saying no, but definitely not saying yes. Please be patient with me because my mom sure isn't.


Love,
Potential Mom