A Letter to My Unborn Child... (Part Deux)

Dear Buddy,

As I sit here drinking my lactose free Mootopia Chocolate Milk over ice, because it has the same number of carbs as a regular plain old glass of milk (and why drink regular when you could drink chocolate?!.... FYI, this is because of gestational diabetes, NOT because I'm counting carbs for fun)... my brain is flooded with so many things to update you on since I last wrote.

You have a new house.  I mean, it's not a brand new house like we bought a new house for you, but pretty darn close.  I worked really hard to plan it and think about things like where to put furniture so you wouldn't pull it over (and Dad worked really hard to pay for it) and now it's done and you can come take it over! And I'm in love with your room.  I mean, I truly love it.  I go in there to turn the lamps on in the morning just so I can walk in a few times a day and look at it and think about snuggling with you and kissing your sweet head in there.

You are a wiggle worm.  Sometimes when I first wake up in the morning, I don't feel you moving and it's nice and quiet and all the sudden, "WHOMP" and "KABLAM" and then you don't ever stop.  And the hiccups... OH the hiccups.  Woe is me.  And when I lay down at night and try to get comfy, inevitably you are there poking me in the side... tickling me internally.  Dad says you want to come out and play.  One time I wondered aloud where all the movements were coming from (like if it was your leg or elbow) and he said, "well, Buddy is just bored!  Buddy wants to come out and hunt and fish and play soccer... not be all cramped and bored in there."  Y'all are going to be best buds.  And yes, you will go hunt even if you're a girl.  And no, I will not be going with you.

You still won't move for your dad.  We've decided it isn't that you're a hater... it's that you KNOW Dad is paying attention and you settle down.  You can be jumping on a trampoline in there and I say (I even say it quietly now!), "Look!" and you stop!  "B" (you know, your grandma who basically did all of Phase 2 of getting this house in order) says that you know who's boss already!  Let's hope so.  Because even if y'all are best buds, your dad isn't afraid of showing you who's boss.  So get ready!  :)

Yes, it really is this guy who routinely wears flood lamps on his head.  Nothing you can do about that at this point.

You make me nervous.  But now it's for different reasons.  Now I'm actually thinking about the process of getting you out of there and the logistics involved with keeping up with you those first few weeks.  It's going to be nuts, but I know that with Dad and B, we are going to get through it!  And then we'll be rock stars, you and me.

You are so loved.  Way more loved than you were even three months ago and now by even more people who are waiting on your arrival.  Your big, fun family and B's friends and Dad's friends and my friends... even crazy Aunt Kate's friends... we can't wait for you to get here so we can know you in person.  I can't wait to pat your actual bottom and not just the one that juts out of my belly a few times a day.  I can't wait to love on you.  Wait a couple more weeks and then come out and play.

I love you,
Mom