Dear baby boy:
As your momma, I am officially giving you permission to come out. Your brother and sister are dying to meet you. Your daddy is anxious to see what you look like and if you have hair (my official guess is he'll be a baldie). As your mommy, I'm anxious, not only to meet you, but to be done with the pregnancy related aches and pains as well as the kidney stone thing.
As I head to the OB later this afternoon, I want you to keep this all in mind. We want to meet you. You can come out now. We love you. :)
Your very tired and very pregnant mommy