An Open Letter from Baby Codd

Contrary to popular belief, I am not "overdue" as Mommy and Daddy say!

I am fashionably late. I am making an entrance. I am building anticipation.

Besides, what's four days anyway.

I don't get much news in here but I know that nowadays you have to grab attention to get noticed. This is my coming out party and I'm gonna milk it.

Mommy and Daddy like to plan and prep. They are not the most patient people on the planet.

But I'm destined to change that.

You see, I like to play.

My favorite game? Hide and seek. I mean, come on, is there a better hiding place than where I am? Nobody is coming in here to get me.

It could not be cozier in Mommy's tummy. There's a constant flow of food. It's so dark I can sleep all day. I even get to float. Float, people!

The only drawbacks -- I'm upside down most of the time and sometimes Daddy plays his tunes a little too loud for my taste.

Let me set the record straight. Mommy and Daddy have been posting all kinds of stuff about me being "late" on their Facebook page. (Yeah, I get the internet in here. Wifi rocks. Look me up on FB. I'm "inutero2010?")

Daddy even says I won't make much of a journalist since I can't adhere to deadlines.

But I'm not upset with them. They're first time parents, what do you expect? Hell, they don't even know if I'm a boy or a girl. The suspense must be killing them. Awesome.

And with all the stuff going on the world -- oil spill, stock market falling, some crazy stuff in Arizona -- why would I be in a rush to escape?

(An aside -- after I cross the border into the world, is someone going to ask to see my papers? I really gotta gather my things...)

I hear there's lots of people that want to meet me -- more than half a dozen grandparents, aunts, an uncle, cousins, great aunts, great uncles, friends -- and I hope there's enough of me to go around.

One thing I promise, though, no matter how long it takes me to join y'all, I will be well worth the wait.

And Dad, two things. One, I would love an iPad for my first birthday gift. And, two, don't even think of dressing me in that Orioles outfit you bought. They suck.