June 11th, 2009
Dear Son,
You HAVE to stop crying the whole day. Because mummy’s head is about to explode from your incessant crying.
And I have to try very hard for that not to happen.
Why?
Because I am going to end up being the one to clean up the brain matter from all over the house.
Love,
The woman who housed you for 9 freaking months in her tummy and suffered from nausea and backaches and gestational diabetes.
