Nice seeing you...

Dear son,

Today your mom and I went to the OB/GYN for gestational diabetes testing. Your mom drank an orange sugar drink, then we went to the doctor's office. This time we met Dr. Henry. He looked pretty young, but he was very nice and he had kind eyes. To me, stuff like that is important; you can tell a lot about a person by his or her eyes. He asked some routine questions and then hit you with the ultrasound. Everything looked fine. I saw your face for a split second, and I swear you looked exactly like my father. The doctor also told us you're currently in a breech position, but it's nothing to worry about at this stage. I'm not worried about that too much (which is unusual for me) because I've seen how active you are. You're doing somersaults all day, I'll bet.

Then a nurse came and tried to take some of your mother's blood. She couldn't get a vein. Another nurse came, and she couldn't get a vein, either. Finally, the second nurse had to draw blood from your mother's hand, which is more painful, but your mother suggested it herself since there was some kind of timing issue with the sugar drink in her bloodstream. I don't know why your mom has such hard to find veins, but she's had them for a while, apparently, so she already knew about the hand trick, luckily.

Love,
Dad