Dear Tiny,
This morning I called the midwives because I was afraid I had overdone it this weekend and hurt things down in your neck of the world. They reassured me that I'm fine, but I took it easy today just to be safe.
You, however, did not. What's up jazzercise kid? How're all those buns of steel workouts going down there? Good to know you're feeling right at home, but I'll be charging you a monthly fee from here on out to use me as a gymnastic facility.
Love,
Mama
