It’s funny to think that you started out so tiny a long time ago. I thought I had a pretty noticeable pooch because of you. Turns out, I had no idea what I was talking about. You were only a little pea back then.
It’s funny how much I feel like I know you already. You like sweets, like your mama. Or maybe that’s the natural reaction to the sugar… but you go all haywire whenever I eat something sweet. Hopefully those are happy kicks and not “stop with all the sugar” kicks.
It’s funny how tiny you are but still so powerful. You know how to sock a good punch and kick. I bet your strength, compared to your weight, is higher than mine. I’m not even kidding. You probably weigh about 7 pounds at this point, and I bet you could lift a solid 10 pounds if you put your mind to it.
It’s funny … you used to ignore your daddy. You would go all crazy, and as soon as I told your dad, “Feel! He’s going all crazy!”, you would stop and take a nap, I guess. Silly baby.
It’s funny that you are totally camera shy. We’ll have to change that.
It’s funny, baby … I am finally realizing that in about a month, you’re going to be out here, in the real world. I can’t quite imagine it, but I’m starting to finally believe it. I wonder what you’ll look like. Chances are, a little bit like me and a little like your dad. Because that’s how genetics tends to work.
Baby, come on out when you’re ready. Your mama has gotten pretty big and is ready to get this show on the road.
But baby, take your time. I’m not sure if I’m ready just yet.
See you soon,