Dearest Bugbear,
We're getting excited for your existence. We met with a fabulous doula today, and we're having fun trying to figure out what you look like and what you're working on in there.
But when you punch me in the ute while I'm balancing on one leg, nobody wins. It's right up there with waking me up an hour before I need to be awake.
I know we've talked about how very excited I am to have Michael finally feel you move, but it only works if he's home and you give us more to work with than one sneaky little ninja kick before going back to whatever it is that you do most of the day.
With love,
Your Host (who can't yet refer to herself as "mom" without feeling weird)
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