Dear Gizmo Caesar,
So the other afternoon I was reading a Mamapop article on what an idiot P.Diddy is (don’t worry – by the time you’re old enough to remember someone will have ended his celebrity status) and I’ll admit I was squishing you a little. I had my feet propped up on my computer and I was leaning way forward in my chair. Nothing too unusual. But I guess you didn’t like it all that much because …
you kicked me.
This wasn’t a little flutter. Or a butterfly or bubbles any of that sunshine-y business I’ve been reading about. This was a full on “get the hell off of me” kick. It surprised me so much that I jumped a mile in my chair. Seriously that was the weirdest thing I’ve ever felt. You. Kicking me. From inside.
I immediately called your dad to tell him the good news. He was skeptical at first and kept asking me “how do you know it was the baby?” But I know it was you. Mainly because my organs don’t usually fight back.
Anyways I’m so glad to finally feel you dancing around in there! (or, you know, kicking me because you’re annoyed) I just can’t wait to meet you in person. Something tells me you are going to be one interesting little person.
PS – I’m not going to stop squishing you until you kick me again.
PPS – I’d apologize for the nickname but honestly we think it’s kindof awesome. You have weird parents with even weirder friends.