Dear Baby J,

I know I KNOW...I just fed you a foot long Subway sub, because your hungry....or because OMG I love me some chicken breast loaded with every veggie they have and a pinch of pepper.  I didn't just do this for you...I did this for me...because HELLO you consume a lot of calories and I'm always hungry and sometimes light headed.

I know you weren't around for this but when I was pregnant with your sister the INSANE food consumption didn't really happen till her last month in there.  So I'm having a hard time keeping up with you.

But....thats not why we are here today.  We are here to talk about 10 minutes after the eating.  10 minutes after the eating comes the kicking.  THE KICKING CHILD.  Your sister was SO mellow in there, she let me know she was there and healthy.  She'd show me every once and a while how active she was.  She gave me a pretty good perspective on what she'd be like on the outside world.  YOU...are well...lets just go there...TOTALLY CRAZY.  What the heck are you doing in there?  If ultrasound technology wasn't invented I'd swear I was having at least 2 children.  AND that they were in a fist fight non-stop!  I can't figure out what your beating me up with either.  Is that a foot? an arm? an elbow? an extra appendage from hanging out near a nuclear plant too long?  Are you head banging?  I swear if you are not stronger than Popeye when you come out I'm going to be seriously confused.

It's not just a little its all the time.  I'm kinda hoping you are up all day and sleep all night when you come out because that seems to be your schedule now.  I wonder if I can get enough food in you from 6am-10pm and you'll just sleep 8 hours right off the bat?  I HAVE A DREAM!

Please don't misunderstand.  I'm THRILLED your a happy healthy baby.  Could you just be a bit less exuberant about it?  I'd appreciate it...so would my ribs...and my nauseous meter.

Love,
Momma or as your sister says (MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM)