Thank you.
Now stop it! I know I said I wanted a chill baby but I meant when you come OUT.
Being chill in there scares the crap out of me.
So be crazy!
Go wild!
Jump robe with your umbilical cord, I don't care!
Just don't...be so still.
That's scary.
Loving you already (Drama Queen? King?),
Mama
PS...I'm totally telling on you tomorrow.
And whatever you've moved to just under my ribcage, that doesn't belong there. Please find a different spot because that's really uncomfortably distracting. Certainly you've got plenty of room still. I did mention Creux was damn near nine pounds? Find. Another. Spot. (Really, what is that? It's not you so it must be an organ? That's a lovely thought. Egads, is that going to stay there for the next five months? Yikes.)
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A Gift Of Words, A Labor Of Love
About Me
- Angi
- I would like to dedicate these pages to my tiny little Grower, who is working so very hard, day and night, stitching together their "pieces of me." To my baby: It's my absolute honor to write your beginning, to give words to the journey that we embark upon together, in order to bring you to this world so that the other four can tickle you senseless. There is no bond stronger than mother and child, I firmly believe, and it is with that declaration that I, with a full heart and blossoming belly, begin our story...