Size Normal on the Right. Size Pregnant on the Left.

Dear LittleDude,

Right now, I'm laying on the couch, avoiding today's to-do list (as usual), and you are wiggling around inside my belly. The funny thing is, you're hanging out almost completely on the left side of my belly, so if someone looked at me from just the right angle, I might not even look pregnant.

I love you.
Love, Mommy

Braxton-Hicks?

Dear LittleDude,

I'm not sure what you're doing in there, or if you're doing anything at all, but I hope these Braxton-Hicks things stop pretty soon. It's not painful, but it IS uncomfortable, and it makes me worry. You aren't due to meet me and Daddy for another ten weeks. Isn't it just a bit early to be practicing? Kick back (okay, maybe don't kick so much; I'm a little sore), relax, take a nap, and enjoy your lack of view. Okay?

I love you.
Love, Mommy

Just In Case

Dear LittleDude,

Yesterday, I went to drink the even ickier glucose "soda" so the doctors can determine whether or not our pineapple and ice cream cravings are going to get curbed.

I haven't heard anything from them yet, but something tells me we should go ahead and eat a big bowl of pineapple and then go to Dairy Queen for an ice cream cone... just in case.

I love you.
Love, Mommy