It reads: I love you & you're beautiful with our little apple, placenta, amniotic sac, intestine, belly full of food...! Most beautiful woman I've ever seen. My family is in you. I love you. Love, Tony.
The explanation: Last night before I got in the shower, I let Tony feel where the baby is (which is pretty low right now). He feels it with this look of astonishment in his eyes. Then he says "so all that's just fat?" pointing to what's above the baby. I rolled my eyes, got in the shower (with the bathroom door open), and thought about that for a minute. Then I said to him from inside the shower, "Babe, you just called me fat, and now I'm upset about it, and I feel like I have to defend myself." He said, "You're not fat, you're pregnant." Then I proceded to defend myself anyway (calm and playfully), "There's a baby the size of an apple in there. My uterus is the size who knows what. My intestines are displaced. My organs are engorged. There's a placenta, amniotic sac, fluids...there's a lot of shit in there!"
What I didn't know is while I was in the shower, he was listening and acknowledging everything I said, as he wrote me a love note to leave in my lunch box :)
