Dear baby inside of me (a letter to my unborn child)
Dear baby inside of me...
You have been in me for 17 weeks now... AND I ALREADY WANT YOU OUT!!!!!!! I want to be able to eat normal food without getting sick! If you continue making me sick-- all you are going to get from me each day is 2 flintstones chewables, a soft pretzel, and frosted mini wheats. Seriously. You've been here for 17 weeks and I cannot even THINK about foods with flavor. Your father brought me home some Ferrero Rocher and I almost threw up! Not cool little baby... those are my favorite. Then the sad thing is that the only things I can drink are soda or juice. Water tastes gross to me. I wish you would just let me drink water. That would make me happy. But, I would like to thank you for letting me stomach an ever-so tasty bowl of plain white rice with nothing on it. Oh and while we are at it... I would LOVE to be able to poop. With the amount of fiber I'm getting from frosted mini wheats I should be pooping like a normal person... but noooo. I feel like there is over 5 lbs of shit stuck in me. *sigh* But in all seriousness, I love ya like crazy. I just need a break for a few minutes lol.
(lol, and you all probably thought this was gonna be a sweet letter)
Clara or Niklas