My dear son. Soon you will be in my arms. While a part of me looks forward to holding you in my arms, I am sure that I will miss the little nudges that you give me from inside my belly. I enjoy your antics, even though we battle for who gets to be comfortable at night when it is time to sleep. You are showing yourself to be quite the stubborn little boy. Enjoy it while you can, because once you get here, you won't be able to tell me what to do. We had a good doctor's appointment yesterday, and I am happy that you get to stay put a little while longer. Though it would have been kind of cool for you to be born on today, which is Grandma Agnes' 95th birthday. I love you little boy.
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