So...you chose me, huh? Well, good on you! You've entered into a lifetime guarantee of some interesting times.

Honestly, good luck. I hope you're prepared for the occasional spouts of extreme immaturity, my attempts to get in the last word, and mood swings where I won't want to talk at all...but then twenty minutes later, I'll need attention.

And speaking of attention, I'm probably going to need a lot of it. I'm a social creature, and thrive off of the presence of other people. Why didn't you like my Instagram selfie? Am I not cute enough for you?

Oh, and if/when I get pregnant, I feel really bad for you. All I'm going to do is eat. Literally. All the time. You might want to cover your plate, because I'm going to be eating off of it (although, let's be honest, I'll do that even when I'm not pregnant). I'm going to need massages every hour, on the hour. And why did you buy a bunch of fruit at the grocery store? Where is the ice cream??

Don't worry, though, we're going to have a lot of good times too. That extreme immaturity is probably going to be loads of fun. I'm only attempting to get in the last word because I care. Those mood swings are going to consist of a lot of thought on how much you mean to me. I may be a little much to handle sometimes, but I will love and care for you as hard as I can. I will never disappoint you, I will never let you down, and I will always support you in everything you do. And those nights when you just want to watch a movie and cuddle? I'm so there. It's going to be quite a ride, but I promise it will be worth it.