My darling sweet darling, 5lb 5oz., 34 week gestation, soon to be the second love of my life, Son...Please get your body out of my ribs before I have no other choice but to push you out so I can get at least an hour of sleep to ensure that no one receives the wrath of my last and final moments of pregnancy.

I love you,

I truly do. But I'm foreal. But I do love you.

Your mom ❤