I don't wanna force you into this crazy world before you're ready, but I am quite ready to meet you. Pregnancy has been great, up until about 2 weeks ago. I used to love your kicks and movements and would watch with great interest to see where you were going and how your body was positioned. But now, it's so crammed in there that your movements usually hurt or just make me incredibly uncomfortable. It's not your fault that you're like a genie in a tiny lamp, but know that there is a lot more room out here in the world just waiting for you to explore. Also, your tiny self is making it impossible for me to sleep through the night and pregnancy is amplifying my allergy symptoms to the point that I can't go outside at all. So, I guess I am trying to persuade you to come as early as possible. I am no longer terrified about birth or being a good mother, as I am more focused on just not wanting to be pregnant anymore. I want to hold you, kiss you, and cuddle you. I want to lay on my back and wear normal clothes. I already love you so much, little girl, but you're making life a little difficult lately. Please come out soon.