Dear Baby Mac,
You are growing super fast right now. And your heart is beating super fast, too. One hundred fifty beats a minute! That’s about double mine.
You have arms and legs, and you can move them. Your dad says you’re waving at him when he talks to you, but I can’t feel it because you are only the size of a raspberry.
I’ve gained three pounds though, which seems kind of excessive for a raspberry. Although, I’m pretty sure, it’s gone straight to my boobs, which are now bigger than normal, and your father is obsessing over them.
I am also craving Milk Duds and am considering buying stock in them.
Things are super busy at work. Our plans for the new building were approved, we had a groundbreaking ceremony, and construction has officially commenced. If all goes as planned, we’ll move in well before you’re born.
I’m also officially addicted to searching nursery designs on the internet, and I have been compiling ideas. I’m not sure what I want it to look like yet, but I’m pretty sure it will be a bluish gray.
And, just so you know, there are about a thousand blue-gray paint colors available, but I promise to find the perfect shade.
Your grandmother is very excited about you. She and your grandpa have been staying here a lot. It’s been sort of challenging, if I’m being honest.
Your dad and Danny have been enjoying her cooking. And I’ll admit, it is nice sometimes to come home to a warm, home-cooked meal.
It’s been sweet of her to cook for us.
It was also sweet when she put all my wedding gifts away.
And it was even sweeter today when she reorganized all my kitchen cabinets.
But …
It’s sort of pissing me off.
It shouldn’t be because she’s doing it to be nice.
But it is.
