Dear Baby Mac,
We told your grandma and grandpa and some of our closest friends about you at our Super Bowl party today. I had football jerseys made that said Mac Daddy and Mac Mommy on the back as a way to announce our pregnancy to your daddy. We wore them today, but I kept my cardigan on, so no one would see what the back of mine said.
Everyone loved the Mac Daddy jersey. Mac Daddy actually came from your dad’s old high school nickname, Pimp Daddy Mac. Your dad, he was, um, popular with the ladies.
I kept my sweater on, hoping someone would ask what the back of mine said. But no one did!
I was going CRAZY, waiting!
But your grandma was too busy noticing that my house was dusty, I guess.
We just moved, and I’ve been sick!
And trust me; her son—your father—knows how to pick up a dust rag! Actually, he promised to clean everything, and I’m kinda mad at him.
But whatever.
Except I’m not really mad. He’s been spoiling me.
So, anyway …
During the third quarter, I stood in front of the TV, so everyone could see my back. Even then, it took a while before Mrs. Diamond caught on. Then, your grandma made a noise that sounded like a tortured cat.
Then, there was a frenzy of excitement.
Well, except for my friend Chelsea. We found out that she’s pregnant, too. And their baby wasn’t exactly planned. I mean, technically, I didn’t plan for you either. And I feel kind of bad about it. The baby handbook has a few chapters on things you’re supposed to do BEFORE you get pregnant. It’s like I missed the first few weeks of class.
But I swear, I’ll catch up.
It might help if you could stop whatever it is you’re doing that’s making me feel like I have a permanent hangover.
I have to say though, you sometimes don’t seem real.
My stomach is still flat.
But then I guess that shouldn’t be a shock since your dad tells me you are the size of a pea.
