Mom said it was ok that I talk to you. I want to thank you for being such good friends while she waited for me. I wanted to be sure I came down at just the right time...that's why I had to wait so long. I have been steadily growing for 20 weeks and I'm halfway through to meeting my parents and all of you! Today I weigh about 12 ounces and I'm 16cm long. I try really hard not to make my mom too sick or too uncomfortable. I did a pretty good job during the first part of my growing...except I really didn't like eggs, coke, spicy food, or anything with tomato sauce. I've decided now, though, not to be so picky and let her eat a lot more things. I try not to kick Mom too hard, but sometimes it just gets so uncomfortable in here...and this little space is getting smaller every day. Sometimes Mom squishes me and, no matter how much I move around, I can't get comfortable. I hear Mom and Dad talking to me all the time. That's how I know what my name is. I heard them discussing it for a long time. Dad likes to get really close to talk to me. I like that, but I don't like his really warm hand touching me. I'm excited to meet my parents and to meet all of you, but I know it's not time yet. I've heard Mom praying that I grow well and stay safe where I am until it's time, so I'm not going to do anything to meet you sooner. I'm sleepy now after all this thinking so I'm going to take a nap.