Dear April vacation,
I really love you. Like really really love you. You are so incredibly needed this year and I just have to make it through the next 4ish hours or so before we are reunited and can enjoy each other.
Dear Baby Boy,
Mommy is getting awfully anxious to meet you. Especially considering your head/legs/bum/all other extremities seem to kick me in all places all the time. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to miss every single movement when you are an outside-my-uterus baby, but those love taps are pretty severe jabs lately.
Your grass eating extravaganza that really interfered with my sleep last night better not leave me a present of grass-laced throw up in your crate when I get home from school today.
Please fold yourselves. Not really in the mood to put you away this afternoon.
You are the best. That is all.
Hope everyone is having a fabulous Friday!