Deuce, Deuce, Duck!

Hi Duck!!

Dude, SO much has happened. We need to catch up.

Your Dad's big New York premiere is tonight and you'll be there!! Very, very exciting. Your uncle T could NOT decide what to wear, so if you can, send him some good vibes with your special fetus senses regarding his outfit. I hope your Dad got a hair cut and played some tennis today to relax him. He probably just got a facial, but you know, same diff. He also felt you from the outside for the first time! He probably cried. Or just fixed himself a cup of tea and put his feet on the coffee table. I'm not sure, but I bet that's a decent guess.

Your Mom says you are kind of kicking her ass sometimes. I don't think she really minds much, but lets try to get all that out now before you get too big and start getting called Renesmee. Your Mom's not the most sturdy person I've ever seen, so just take it easy. Even though it's at a price to her ribs, this does make me SO excited to give you your first soccer ball!! (don't tell your uncle A) Your Mom is also lamenting the loss of her size small undies. I say it serves her right for having a ridiculously perfect bod in the first place. She'll most likely yell when she sees that I just wrote that, so cover your brand new ears.

You wanna read about you? OK! You are now 22 weeks baked up in the ovenski! Ok, bro, saw you in 3D!!!! I was getting worried because I hadn't heard from your Mom all day so I went all last resort style and began to relentlessly text blast your Father. He emailed me a picture of you and I had my standard reaction of bursting into tears of happiness. You even had your little hand in your little baby mouth! You have your Mom's nose. No doubt. At least that's what I yelled out at my computer screen. You look really Benjamin Buttonish, but you'll start getting fat and filling out and that won't be a problem. Sometimes I look at your picture and I think you're a boy, but sometimes I totally see a girl. I can't decide and I really don't care, I suppose. Ducks are Ducks. Your Dr said you and your Mom are in hardcore, tip top shape, so that's what really matters.

I get to see you in 8 days!!! I don't get to meet you yet, but I'm really hoping for a hello kick. Actually, I would say I'm pretty much demanding it. At least a high five. Even just a real slow push out to my hand will work. Something. Just so I know we're still bros since I haven't seen you since you were just a tiny duckling of like 9 weeks. I plan to take at least 700 photos with you and your Mom. Put some shades on. Also, I have a present for you. Made it myself and if you don't like it, you're getting a spankin when you get outta the joint. I can't wait to see your Mom and join her in such *us* chants like "Hiiiiii!", "Fun!", "So cute!", "OMG, I know!". Oh yeah, there will also be a football game going on, but that will just be background noise to the spectacularly loud-talking your Mother and I are capable of. It's going to be a great time, you'll see.

Well, gotta bounce. Til next time.

Eat you up, I love you so!! xoxox

Oh, PS, I have been practicing some faces I plan to make at you once you're born in the mirror, but that's mostly because I'm hella bored at work. Get ready to laugh. They are hideous.