30 weeks, dear son, and my my my are you a mover and a shaker! At this very moment you are stretching straight out, pushing hard on my belly in several places. You’re a strong boy – every time I go to the midwives, they comment on the strength of your heartbeat. I wonder what you will look like – I think like your father, but we just aren’t going to know for quite a while! I’m impatient to meet you, even though I spend less time daydreaming about you since I’m chasing your brother all over the place. This does not mean that I love you less or want you less, but it does mean that you are the second child and you don’t get that blissful couple of years of only child-dom that your brother, your father, and I all got. It’s a tough old world, kid. There are children starving in Africa.
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If you ever get jealous, you can always pull out this weapon. Your brother was a surprise. But you, my dear, were planned!