Whenever You're Ready

Whenever little man is ready, he can come. Sure, sure, that may be awhile, but I'm waiting.

Why?

Because I hurt 90% of the time I am in pain. I have been in the hospital more than I'd care to count at this time. And even though I want him to stay in until he's ready, he's competing with my enlarged spleen and liver and has made contact.

Can you imagine being kicked an enlarged organ?

Not to mention that he may be snatched out depending on how the rest of the pregnancy goes. Just great.

Whenever and however he arrives I can't wait to meet him.

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