Hi Ella,
It's been a few days since we talked. I mean, I've talked at you in mom's belly, it's just hard to know if you're listening. I imagine you with your arms folded, face like you just ate a lemon. Maybe you're even chewing gum or texting your boyfriend.
I know that's not you. In fact, I don't think I am jinxing it to say I expect you to never, ever, ever give me a sour look or ignore me for a boy. Reasonable, right?
Seriously though, I still don't have any physical evidence of you. Mommy says you kick her all the time and, although I wouldn't exactly say I'm jealous of her, she does get an ever-present reminder of you. For me, the reminders of Ella are in the world around me. I think I see you in kids at the mall, students on stage, or characters on TV. I imagine your voice just like I do with the dog (except the dog's voice sounds like a baby-talk Eeyore).
I am so anxious to see, touch, hear you, Ella. Wait, maybe I should take back the hear part. Yeah, that's going to jinx it for sure.
So kick harder. Let your old man see what you've got. I won't tell mom we planned it.
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