I love the way you tell me that I'm the most beautiful pregnant person you've ever seen time after time even though I roll my eyes at you. I love the way you rub my outrageously swollen feet without me asking you too.
The other day when I asked you, "Do you think I've been a whinny baby this pregnancy?" You answered truthfully, "Yes" but had never told me that until I stupidly asked you. I love that.
I love that no matter what time of the day I say that I want a coke Icee you run out to get me one because you know it is my all time favorite.
I love that no matter how late you are running in the morning you never ever ever leave without kissing Gabrielle and me and telling us you love us.
Thank you for making this pregnancy run so smooth and allowing me to be a cry baby. I am known to be hard to handle, especially when I'm hungry.
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