dear kicky pants

You spent the evening yesterday amusing your daddy and me by kicking and punching up a storm. A few times you made me wince. Your daddy says it seemed like you were punching double-fisted or kicking hard with both of your little feet.
You become especially kicky when we're watching a movie at the theater. I don't think you liked all the gunfire in Machete so much since you were kicking up a storm then. Everytime there was a loud explosion, you'd give me a good kick. Your daddy disagrees; he thinks you're going to a feisty baby like your mama. Your daddy mistakenly thinks I am feisty. For the record, I am not so please feel free to be sweet and well-behaved.
One of my favorite things is to watch how amused and amazed your daddy is by you moving around in my belly. As scared as I am to take on being a mom with all the mistakes that will go along with that, I'm so looking forward to you joining our little family.