Attack of the Clones?
Dear Little George,
You must stay in for at least another 14 weeks. And, besides, no fetus ever made an escape through the wall of his Mother's womb by pushing and kicking alone. It won't work. Is it really boring in there?
The more active you become the more we are forced into the realization that you may turn out to be exactly like your brother. Our feelings alternate between thrilled and terrified at the prospect of TWO of you silly sleepless happy hungry extremely physically dangerous little monsters. If you could only see your brother right now you would know what I mean. He barfed up his lunch only two hours ago (I suspect from drinking pond water or ingesting something else equally disgusting) and yet is currently dancing and jumping naked in front of the air conditioner to a song he is making up on the fly. There are hand gestures and there is drama, falling, and much flailing about of arms and legs. And this? THIS IS NAP TIME.
And now you're dancing too.
Your father and I look at each other across the room. Neither of us needs to express what we both understand. How will we survive the next four years?
Love,
Mama