Dear Baby,
You take my breath away.
No, literally, you are taking my breath away.
I understand that you need to grow but every day I feel more and more like I am suffocating. In addition, the fact that you are using my bladder as a soccer ball could lead to an embarrassing situation if I one day pass out at the office from lack of oxygen and then pee my pants. I'll never be able to show my face again, and then you will have to find a job right out of the womb.
I really do want you to be big (well not too big to start...maybe 7 lbs would be nice) and strong and smart, but please spare my organs in the process.
With love,
Mommy
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