Dear Emily

Dear Emily,
Do not get pregnant again! Pregnancy sucks! You are miserable! You get three months of stomach nausea and then when that starts to go away you start feeling sore down South. Any time you walk more then a few steps you feel like you've been horse back riding all day. You look fat at that time, not pregnant but just fat. Then one day you wake up and realize you look pregnant because people start getting that worried look in their eyes that you are gonna pop right in front of them. By the last few months your hands and feet are constantly on FIRE. You have to sleep with the air conditioner on full blast for the feet but then the rest of your body, and your poor hubby, is cold. When you get a headache you are screwed cause all you can take is the world's greatest joke placebo, TYLENOL. You are even more tired then your usual tired self. With each additional child your heartburn has gotten worse, so much so that you may not survive another...something to think about. Your stride has turned into a very ungraceful waddle that gives you lower back pain, which also intensifies the pain on your sciatic nerve. You are at constant risk of pulling a charly horse in the middle of the night, but that's okay cause it is not like you are sleeping during that time. Nope, you are going to the bathroom at least three times a night. You know you have reached the end, or at least what everyone else has assumed is the end cause they haven't bothered to remember your due date despite the ten times you have already told them, because they tell you bizarre things like you looks so beautiful. Which is total crap cause you're not stupid, you looked in the mirror this morning and you know they are just trying to scrap something positive to say cause you know that they know that you are just miserable. Do I even need to remind you of how awful it was to get the stomach flu with a child kicking inside of you. The fact that Jeff didn't leave your pathetic disgusting self after hearing you wretch all night long is either a testament to his foolishness or his fear of expensive child support payments. Dear Emily please stop and read this the next time you think you want another child. There are other ways! Lots of kids need good homes. You have already seen what your kids come out looking like...you...don't you owe your kids the chance of some better genetics? Emily just say no!
With lots of love and concern,
Emily

As a matter of reminder, the ticker on the right reflects my actual due date of July 7th, while Spike is actually going to be evicted June 30th. So not too much longer now.