I know you feel me, in here, spinning and dancing, flipping and kicking. It is soooo much fun!! I hope you don’t mind.
I want you to know, I really like it when you sing. Especially the crazy songs you and bubbie make up. He’s funny!
When you swing or walk, I get real sleepy. But, I love it when you rock and sing. I hope you do that a lot. Forever.
I love it when Daddy tickles you. It makes me giggle, too. And when you stay up late talking. I like his voice, it’s nice.
I’m sorry about waking you up at night to give me milk already. I really like that stuff. It’s yummy. I’m also sorry that means you have to get up again to go potty… But I’m growing! I need my milk. And you may as well get used to it, now!
I can’t really be sorry about the other foods. You can blame me for your cravings, I’m ok with it. As long as you keep giving in when it’s something I really want.
I’m getting bigger, and I know sometimes I make you uncomfortable. But, it’s really cushy in here and makes me want to bounce. I know you like that too. Even if you complain.
I know, because you do it too. You play that fun, thumpy music, and dance around. When I’m born, I hope you’ll still bounce me like that.
I love you, momma. I can’t wait to see you. I bet you’re even prettier than I imagine.
And don’t worry. I don’t really like pale colors either. I bet we both look better in bright pink, anyway!!
Your dancing flower