Well little girl, your mom and dad are pathetic souls today. Monday I woke up with a nasty cough, and by the end of the day I was under the weather to say the least. About an hour after your dad left to play some ball, I got call saying he was leaving and on his way to the after hours clinic. Some xrays and prescription later, your dad busted his ankle up pretty bad. I called in sick to school which is the first time I've voluntarily done so and me and your dad laid around the house all day. He was in too much pain to move, I was too sick to stay conscience for more than an hour. About lunch time when I was trying to find some food for me and your dad with exerting the least amount of energy possible it occurred to me: Lord help us. This was a rare day when I was perfectly happy with you being in my belly instead of out here in the real world. I don't know what I would have done. With an exam looming tomorrow, a last minute patient calling and canceling their appointment, your dad grumpily laying on the couch, and me sounding and feeling like a 86 year old hitch hiker with a smoker's cough, I couldn't imagine adding you in the mix at that moment. I was grateful all I needed to do to keep you happy healthy was to keep breathing, stay away from certain medicines, and feed you some grub. We got through today. I'm currently studying, your dad is bathing, and the world will be better tomorrow. Don't worry though- once you are here with us, you will be more than taken care of. Meanwhile, you keep growing healthy and strong. Someone in the family should be!
Love,
Mom
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