Time's drawing near...

Dear Nicky,

Well, my little boy, the doctor thinks it's probably a good idea to chemically induce your mother into labor. Early Thursday morning we'll head on over to the hospital, your mom will get a shot of some medication, and six to twelve hours later, out you'll come. They'll take you out, I plan on cutting the cord, and they clean you up and put you in your mother's arms. They say immediately after birth babies are very alert, so we'd just like to look into your eyes for a few minutes, till you start nodding off. Then they'll take you off for a bit so your mom and I can collapse into nerveless puddles of goo. Tonight I was playing with the toys in your crib. There's this cool aquarium thing that's very soothing with lights, music, and bubbles in real water. They say it drives kids out of their minds with delight. Also there's bird-themed musical projector that shows pictures on the ceiling over your crib. You're going to love this one, too. It plays, among other tunes, Beethoven's Symphony #9, the title of which I think applies to you, too, my little ode to joy. May God bless and keep you, and may the two of you confound medical science and those who practice these arts without any warmth in their souls.

Love,
Dad