Dear Baby E,
First and foremost your Dad, sister and I love you more than words can express however, your constant flipping between head down and transverse, to the point of bringing me to my knees and tears, is just more than I can handle.
You've set up camp so high in my abdominal cavity that I can no longer breath and feel nauseated ALL DAY LONG.
Lastly the amount of stress that growing you has placed on my body's ability to regulate my blood pressure and sanity is quite frankly more than I can take.
For all of these reasons I have decided that it's time for you to be evicted. Please consider this your notice. I look forward to meeting you and when we do we can discuss possible bonus opportunities for a quick and painless arrival.
Sincerely,
Your Mom The Management
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