Dear Baby Gray,
I waited 27 months to conceive you.
I have carried you around now for over 40 weeks.
I have feed you, given you prenatals, made sure you were growing and happy.
I have dealt with your false contractions for the last month, and for the last week woken up hourly thinking "it's time."
Please, please, please, I beg you, if you have any compassion for your mother.... GET OUT OF MY BELLY.
We can't wait to meet you. It's time to get this party started.