So today I am working on my computer trying to finish a paper due in Biology tomorrow, minding my own business and thinking the little man is asleep inside me. Well, with the laptop on my belly, a kick from down under sends my laptop off my belly where thankfully I catch it saving it from crashing on the floor below. I think he was sick of my fingers bopping the computer up and down right on top of him. But what do I know?
If I was going to write him a letter today, this is what I would say about being pregnant and what I think of him:
Dear little man,
I desperately want you to come out of me soon. I want to meet you and see if you look like your dad or like me (hopefully your dad :)). I am getting very claustrophic and I feel like a human tank. I struggle to bend over. I badly want a pedicure by a cute Vietnamese woman. I love taking baths and turning over in the tub, the water makes me feel weightless. You move so much in the night you wake me up and then you kick my bladder making me feel like I am going to wet the bed if I don't go to the bathroom immediately. But, even after all of this I still love you and can't wait until I meet you 5-6 weeks from now. I can't believe you are finally going to come. It feels like we have been waiting for so long.
Love, Mom
p.s. please be nice to dad when you come out so he won't be scared of you. thanks :)








