Dear Baby B,
I know you are only the size of a grape,or so,but would you mind getting up off my bladder? I would really like to not feel like I'm about to wet my pants if I don't hurry to the bathroom only to pee about a teaspoon amount. We have a long 8 more months to go and there is plenty of time for you to squish my bladder down to the size of a pancake.
One happy momma to a very spirited little girl , her tough little brother , and a happy little suprise late April 2012 . Wife to an overworked and under paid husband .
It's not my fault! It's the house you're rennovating for me! Blame Dady. He's the one who said I could move in.