Here we go,
Your Dad remained in Los Angeles while I went to Minnesota to see you and the rest of your family so I don't have much to say about him. I made him a bag for you. He has also picked out his own bag for you, which I think is hilarious and so him. I went to see his movie with your Mom so you and I have already had our first concert and movie date together! I'm sure he still has a glorious head of hair.
I met your baby cousin!! She is perfect and wonderful and incredibly spoiled. I have a feeling that aside for sleeping and having to pose in baskets for your Mom to take pictures of her, she has never been put down once. I can't say I blame everyone. Even I couldn't stop holding her. If she's not sleeping she's eating. That kid can EAT. If she's not sleeping or eating, she's squirming. She punches and kicks a lot so I hope you 2 aren't going to get in fights too much. I feel like she has been training like Rocky before the Russian. She makes ridiculously funny faces. Likes to furrow her barely there brows a lot. I could hold her and stare at her all day. She's a rad little peanut.Your Mom!! I had no idea it was possible for her to be more beautiful, but being prego with you suits her very well. She looks exactly the same, but with a glow of pure bliss and a butt! Like... Sir Mix-A-Lot butt. Wait til you see it! When she was running across TJ Maxx to hug me, it's honestly the first thing I noticed. It's hilarious. She looks so amazing and so happy. You haven't slowed her down one bit. She still runs around crazy with seemingly endless energy. I spaced out that you were in there and asked her to try my margarita at dinner. Sorry about that. She even attempted to come to the bars with us for a while, but there was no way. Downtown was so crowded and I would have probably fainted if anyone even brushed up against her. She left me to party with your uncles and cousins and I just woke her up when I got back to sloppily tell drunken tales. Wait til you meet her, she is so fantastic. I couldn't stop randomly hugging her all weekend, but I waited all the way to the gas station to start bawling when I left to not upset her too much.
OMG... you! I felt you, Ducky!! Your Mom and I probably blew out your little ears when I first saw you, so sorry about that, but I couldn't help it. You are already a perfect little Duck bump. You definitely tried to play it coy and tease me at first. Your Mom sat on the couch because you apparently try to get her moving again every time she's relaxing by kicking her ass. I laid my hands on you for a while, but you would only move every time I got up to go change clothes! I can already see how our relationship is going to go and I'm just fine with that. I like a challenge. When you finally did give me what I wanted, it is a moment I'll never forget. I will always remember where we were, what we were doing, what your Mom was wearing, what I was wearing. It was one of those memories you just carry around with you everywhere to bring out for a smile. Then you REALLY put it into gear out to dinner. You must thoroughly enjoy Mexican Food. You kicked and moved so much I got bored with you. Kiiiidding.
You are 24 weeks baked today! You had a pretty great baby shower. There was booze there, thank Goodness. Everyone made you onesies. I made one with all the places your Mom and I used to go when we lived in the same city on it. I don't want to blow my own trombone, but basically... I'm super artsy and crafty. No big. You'll see when you get out. We'll do projects.
Oh Duck, I love you soooo much already. I can't wait to meet you, but I also want your Mom to stay prego forever because she looks so happy and so fab in maternity clothes. I still can't figure out what you are. One day your Mom will wake up and call you a boy, then the next a girl. She's SO cute when she says it to. She stares into space and touches you and says "today... I think it's a girl." with a glowy, happy smile. You are ridin' dirty pretty low right now, which makes me say boy, but your Mom has also grown some major hips which makes me say girl. I guess we will just see!
I have to go because my place of employment frowns upon blogging on company time. Going against the man is what life is about though, right? Well, not for you, since "the man" feeds you through a creepy, cord-like thing right now, but for the rest of us. I may see you at Thanksgiving, so until then, smoooooooch.
Eat you up I love you so!
xoxoxox
PS, Sorry again about trying to get you wastey face with that margarita. 21.5 years from now though, you and me kid. We'll show em how it's done.
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