These wee tickers make a liar out of you

Dear Baby with no name,

Well, I looked above and do you see what it says? "okay, okay, I'll admit it, I really liked it in my mommy, but I'm finally ready to go! Horray! I've arrived!"
Do you see what I mean when I say it's calling you a liar? Because, excuse me, Miss Sullivan, but I see not a sign of you. And also there's the minor fact that I am not your mommy, but your mummy. I am also willing to accept mammy, but absolutely not mommy. I already had to get your older sister out of it.

My suggestion now is to take it easy where you are for the next few days. We are off to Heritage Days in an hour and I would definitely hate to go into labour where the only available method of transportation is the city bus. Thoough I suppose events like this always have an ambulance or two nearby. Tomorrow your nanny is coming over and we are going to finish off your room. Now that I can manouver my belly through the garage I may even be able to find the rest of your clothes. That would be lovely, wouldn't it? Better than wearing nothing but a nappy. So if you could hold off until maybe Tuesday I would be plenty pleased.

As I said earlier you still don't have a name. Your oldest sister is all for Sophie, which was number one in the running some months ago, but the other day at dinner your daddy said it was too English. He may have been doing this just to annoy Taylor, or maybe he really thinks that. We haven't even talked names lately, but I am all over Caoimhe again so we'll have to see what he thinks come the big day. I will be looking through the Irish name books that day. Hint hint to Daddy.

Looking forward to seeing you,

Love, Mummy.