My legs hurt. My sides hurt. My back hurts. Oh does my back hurt. I can’t sleep because you want to have midnight dance parties :) Heartburn has taken on a whole new meaning. I walk like a duck and sleeping on my side equates to an hour hurting one hip then an hour breaking another.
But you know what… You’re so worth it. I’d do it all again for you – the scary parts, the worrisome parts, the my-body-is-breaking-in-half parts.
If you want to come early that’d be okay :) If you’re comfy in there, I’ll kiss that button nose of yours in twelve days. Well make it :) as long as daddy gets us some more ice cream.