It's New Year's Eve, and your dad and I are so excited to celebrate the beginning of 2012. That's going to be your birth year! (Can you believe it? I bet you can't. In fact, I bet you aren't even aware that there's a whole world outside my uterus. You've heard muffled voices and noisy cat sounds, sure, but just wait. You'll be in for the surprise of your life when you join us out here!)
Your little kicks and turns are getting even stronger, and it's so neat to feel you. Your dad can't wait to be able to feel you, too! You're quite the active fetus, so I bet it won't be long, now. I had a cup of coffee on Christmas Eve -- my first cup of coffee since finding out that I was pregnant in the first place -- and it was delicious. You must have thought so too, because I'm pretty sure you were dancing the Charleston in my uterus right afterward.
No champagne for us tonight, little one, because alcohol is a big no-no when you're pregnant. But we'll be celebrating with some hot chocolate or something, because there is just so much to celebrate. We can't wait to meet you!