[Delivered to her door by several delivery men, the last one to give her a letter-]
I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now. Being pregnant is scary enough without having to go it alone.
I’m here to tell you that you’re not alone. I’m right up the road with a little one of my own and with far enough a head start to give you all the tips and tricks I’ve learned (like teething rings are a godsend and keep a log of where your stuffed animals came from so you can buy a replacement after of your furry babies takes off with it into the backyard never to be seen again).
If you ever need help, you know where to find me. If you ever need an afternoon to yourself, you know where to find me. If you ever need to get the hell out of here for awhile, Ben and I have a place in New York and a house in London either of which you and your little ones can stay in. You’re a strong woman and a beautiful person and I know you’ll make an amazing mother.
I hope what I picked out is okay- if there’s anything you want to exchange, I’d be more than happy to switch things out.
PS My mother-in-law, after I told her what I was doing since I asked her opinion on the diaper bag, has offered up a shopping trip to treat you since according to her ‘everything is about the little one(s) and its easy to forget about you’
Thank you so much. Not even my mother has bought me anything. You have made this hormonal pregnant woman happy again.