Getting there

Well, mom was right about saying that I don't have much room. When I feel like stretching, I push out on all sides and mom always responds by rubbing her belly to make me stop. Of course, I don't. Dad keeps telling mom that I am his weapon and when she is mean to him, he says, "Get her Eve" and expects me to kick mom in the ribs or something. She has been having those practice contractions and I don't really like them. After each one is over, I celebrate with a dance party in mom's belly. I think I will be coming soon and hopefully I won't be late or anything, because otherwise I don't think I will able to fit.