My belly is sooooo upset. I feel as if I'm knocking on death's door.
Ohhhhhh, grow big little one, grow big. I know this feeling shall pass, it has to. Ohhh, I feel as if you will be my last baby, I seriously dont want to go through this again.
I know, why am I complaining to you, little one?
I'm gonna eat these tums and see if they help. *wishes I could hold you* I promise, on the day of your birth, I'm tell ya about today, just so you know. This will be what I use to get you to clean your room, total shame.
No, I cant do that.