Dear Baby boy,
You've got so much more active this week.
I actually have bruises on my belly from where you've kicked me extra hard.
I know that totally sounds like an old wives tale, but I have pictures to prove it.
They don't hurt so bad, but even if they did I would still love you more then my heart can say,
bruises and all.
We went to the doctors this week and he said you're growing perfectly beautiful.
You're two pounds now, and stronger then ever.
It must be all the frosted mini wheats and leftover Christmas cookies I keep eating, making you all healthy and strong.
Finley has started singing Twinkle Twinkle to you at night and you kick and squirm like you recognize his voice. Which, I'm pretty sure you do.
He's so excited to meet you.
Friday we drive to Mimi and Jaja's for two days and then Poppop and Nana Grandma's for Christmas.
Which means by Sunday the whole family will know about you.
I can't wait the secret is out and the whole world knows about little you.
It's been fun keeping you a surprise, but I can't hardly stand it anymore.
I love you to the moon and back little man.
Hugs and kisses and belly pats.