April 29, 2010
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To the baby that is possibly inside of me
I don’t know if you’re there yet since there is no way I can take a pregnancy test, but if you are in fact inside of me, and you’re the one making me crave chicken caesar salads, making me puke everything that is remotely sweet, and causing my feet and hands to swell, and making me walk like I have a backpack attached to my stomach and that your making me want to kill your father sometimes then I want to tell you I love you.
Even if you may or may not exist, even though I’m feeling deja-vu the exact same way your older sister made me feel, if you exist, and I will write this the rest of the way for the hope that I am in fact pregnant, with you.
You have an older sibling, she was only 5 months older than you are.
