Dear Tiny,
Last night I had a contraction around 4am. I got up and drank some water, ate a banana and told Dad. He was totally unfazed and was back to sleep within two seconds... because you have become known as our little faker.
Tomorrow I'm going to play fun pop music all day and have a dance party on the yoga ball. Maybe the endorphins will convince you the world is a fun place to be? Or if not the endorphins, clearly some Madonna should do the trick.
Love,
Mama
P.S. If you actually come on your due date, you will BLOW OUR MINDS. 10/11/12 would be an awesome birthday. Do it!
