Dear Grayson,
When your head is grinding into my rib cage and your very active feet pound on my bladder (you're still breach), I don't get mad. I look at this. And then everything is right in my world again :-)
However, warning you now that when you get upset because you can't bring a friend to dinner or stay out past curfew, I will remind you about what you are putting me through in this last trimester. Love you already!
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Look at your little pumpkin! I can't wait to meet him soon!
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