Since this is my first letter to you, I feel like I should introduce myself. Not that we're not completely familiar with each other with you living inside me and all, but it's just that I don't feel like we've ever formally met, you know? That will hopefully happen sometime in April, so for now I just find myself talking about you to daddy and lots of other people who really care about you already (you're a pretty lucky little boy). Since I'm still adjusting to the fact that you're going to be a real live human being that will depend on me for life in a few months (no pressure, right?), I thought I'd write you a few letters, in part to get used to talking to you (As I’m sure you can already hear, I talk a lot - so get used to it.) and in part to tell you just how truly excited I am to meet you.
When Dad and I found out you were coming, I admit I was downright terrified (not of you, but of me as a mom), but slowly and surely I'm coming around and as each day passes I get more and more excited to meet you. You're a total wiggle worm, and I'm recently I’ve been feeling you move on two sides of my belly at the same time - and some of them I can actually see! Daddy always quotes Billy Madison and says "He's gonnabe a soccer player!" and I think that might be true!
Back to kicking - that's our main form of interaction right now so I feel like I should talk about it a lot. You kick me constantly. I always wonder when you find time to sleep. But then one day I realized you're amazing at taking insta-naps when someone else besides me puts their hand on my belly to feel you dance. Quite the letdown for everyone else, but I'm sure you need the rest. You especially like to kick when I'm sleeping at night. I keep trying to somehow still sleep on my stomach - propped up on pillows of course. (Just picture Mommy laying on an inner-tube.) I know the experts say, "left side-only" and to that I say: “Lay off - I'll lay however I can actually fall asleep, women have done this for thousands of years you over anal experts!” (Mommy is not really an angry mommy, promise. Just ... passionate.) But maybe those experts are a little bit right - when I lay on my stomach, you start kicking like a maniac. At first it starts out small, just a kick here or there where there is pressure on your safe little habitat, and then it just grows and grows and grows to where I swear you're doing the bicycle as fast as your little legs can swing. I'm fairly certain you'll be the first infant born with defined quads and diamond-cut calves. Because of all your kicking, I figure that means you're not super happy with having your home smooshed flat as a pancake, so I always end up rolling over. Just don't get any ideas - when you're living outside of that cushy little room, you won't be the boss of me anymore.
Wow, I just wrote nearly 400 words about how you kick. I suppose that's one of those "you-know-you're-pregnant-when" moments. There are lots of other things to talk with you about besides your ridiculously strong legs, like how I can't wait to raise you into a man just like your daddy, and how I'm excited to dress you - be thankful that boy's clothes have gotten much cuter over the years - and I want to tell you all about my dreams for you. But don't worry, they're not too specific and of course, I'm open to discussing them with you when you're old enough.
But we'll save those things for another letter. For now I'm signing off.