An open letter.

Martha,
Listen, baby girl, this isn’t cool.
What did I ever do to you to make you want to treat me this way?
Nausea, exhaustion. These things were supposed to be first trimester woes ONLY. What’s this business of it all kicking in for the third trimester, as well? And speaking of kicking...let’s keep it to an outward kick. I don’t love the feeling of my organs being kneed and punched, especially when I’m trying to go to sleep, you know, to help with that exhaustion you’re so kindly putting upon me AGAIN. And what’s the deal with the hiccups? No, not yours. Mine. Seriously, it’s like a billion times a day. I’m pretty sure that the people around me at work wonder why I keep making strange noises. I’m just...over it. Maybe it’s the fact that I can’t even keep my head up at work today that’s making me so irritable. Maybe it’s that I know I have to push through and make it to 6:00 PM. Who knows...
I’m just wondering how I can make it through these next 3 months without severely destroying my want to every have more children simply because I HATE pregnancy this much.
So, listen up...I’d like to see you with my lips, my nose, my eye color, Chris’s non-waddle chin/neck, Chris’s skin, and blonde hair at least until you’re in your pre-teens. And if you could make up for all this crap you’re causing me right now by being a good baby by sleeping well, that would be awesome and I’ll consider giving you a brother or sister in about 3 years.

Thanks,
Mom