It is almost 5:30 AM in the morning and you are late. You were due six days ago. You can say Mommy is getting very restless, as well as the rest of the family. I am staying at my mother's house until I go into the hospital. This way there is always someone around, or at least someone I could get a hold of quickly.
Yesterday, throughout the night I cleaned out your Grandma's cabinets in her kitchen. I just had so much energy. After I woke up later in the day I washed clothes and made dinner. I then helped take-out your cousins braids while I watched TV and relaxed. They nicknamed you Chicago from the 1st time they knew you were coming. Anyway, your Grandma finished putting them to bed while I went back downstairs to finish the laundry and clean up the dinner dishes. I've been doing a little bit of sorting of my belongings and more gifts from your Grandma. This way when I go to the hospital, your father can just pick my stuff up and Grandma won't have to get everything ready for me.
While I'm writing, I can feel you moving. The feeling is so great. It is something no one can understand unless they go through it. But, believe me, not all of the feeling is great. I am afraid of labor. Anyway, I still wish you would come. Mommy and Daddy are very restless. I love you!
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