Greetings to you, unborn baby.
You are quite the squirmer! Your mom and I sat on the sofa last night and watched you rolling around under her skin. We tried to figure out which parts of your body we were seeing, but it was kinda difficult to tell. By the time I ran to get my video cam, you’d settled down again. Maybe I’ll catch you in action tonight. If not, we’ll always have Ridley Scott’s depiction:
This morning we had our 29-week checkup. Your mom is actually measuring at 27 weeks. Even so, everyone who sees her can’t believe she isn’t ready to deliver at any second. Who knows. Everything looked good at the appt. Your heart was beating at 145 bpm. Your mom and I need to get serious now about whittling down our name list; we hope to identify three good names for each sex, which will require a fair amount of haggling, I’m sure, before it’s all said and done. We’ll try to do right by you, unborn baby! And, hey, anything beats “unborn baby,” right?