Dear Buster,
What the aitch are you doing in there?
I'm not complaining; I think it's cool. Your dad and I watch you before turning the lights out at bedtime, and you make my bump look like a giant pink jello jiggler. Now you're big enough for me to feel you punching several areas of my guts at once, and it seems if I could just have more nerve endings in my organs I'd be able to pinpoint exactly which dance moves you're learning in there.
Now I know what makes you different from every other living thing God made: you're the person who broke-in my uterus like a pair of new shoes that needed a beating.
We better pick an awesome name for you.
Love,
Mom
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No doubt in my mind you will pick an awesome name! Can't wait to find out what it is.
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