letters to Baby

Dear baby,

What did my poor ribcage ever do to you?

I like to think that you're just trying to let me know you're there.

Don't worry, just a few more weeks until you can come out.

Trust me, I want you out more than anyone.

You growing inside of me is cool and all, but sharing my body is sort of exhausting. Plus getting to hold you in my arms rather than in my bulging belly is going to be fantastic.

It's 2am, baby. Let's get some sleep.

Love,

Mama

P.S. - Your dad says hi too