Ok Owen - this is for you. I've loved being your mommy for the past 39 weeks. You've been great and I really have very little to complain about. I still love feeling you stretch and move...even though its getting a little uncomfortable now that you're so strong (and so crammed in my stomach). I've loved preparing a nursery for you, thinking about the boy and man you'll grow into and praying for your future. But you're starting to wear out your welcome.
I know it's comfy in there - warm and dark and you get fed around the clock. But your poor old mom is not comfortable any longer. I haven't seen my ankles for months, I waddle far more than I walk and getting out of bed 5 times a night to go to the bathroom is getting a little old.
You've still got time...almost a week left, but please don't start out life as a procrastinator. That's one trait of mine I'd just as soon you not pick up.
Your daddy and I can't wait to meet you. Please come out and see us - the sooner the better!

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