All You Need is...
Dear Little George,
That nasty burning stomach of mine went away a few days after it arrived and I've promised myself that I will stay away from sickeningly sweet, super sour, and extra spicy foods from this point forward. Don't worry, dark chocolate is not included in any of those categories.
You remain an Extra Gentle Fetus. Daddy has given up trying to feel you move for at least another few weeks. Heck, I hardly feel you move unless I am very still and concentrating. My weight gain continues on target and I don't think I've been eating much more than usual so I assume you're growing well. The baby calendar says you should be about 10 inches long head to toe at this point. At our hidden-salmon-and-broccoli-meal yesterday Simon asked: "Is the baby eating?" When I replied in the affirmative he asked: "Eating a lot?"
I worried so much that Simon wouldn't be ready for a sibling but now I think that once you are big enough he will force you to sleep in his room - right next to him. He isn't the kid that will mind sharing his toys or his space. He craves the company and is currently distraught at our refusal to sleep in his bed. Which brings us to sleeping.
Of course we want you to be happy and healthy - those are the most important things we wish for you - but a good sleeper? WE WOULD KILL FOR A GOOD SLEEPER. And by good sleeper what I really mean is someone who doesn't *mind* sleeping. Your brother? Not so good at that and we've spent over three years now tip toeing around afraid that we'll wake him up and have to put him back to sleep. We still think he is really really great and I'm sure we'll think you're really great as well but if you want to hear us gushing about you? Sleep.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Love,
Mama