Dear Baby Mac,
Your muscles are getting stronger, and you have eyes, eyebrows, and eyelashes!
And, now, you are being measured in inches instead of being compared to a fruit. You’re about five inches long!
And I think maybe, possibly I felt a little flutter.
Honestly though, it was probably all the Mexican food I ate for lunch.
I’ve been thinking a lot about your nursery. It will be in a pretty room with a big palladium window that overlooks the backyard and the lake. I think you will love it.
We also started taking weekly pictures of my stomach, so we can chart both our growth. Right now, my stomach just looks kinda bloated, except I can’t suck it in anymore.
And, in some super-exciting news, you have a sister.
Well, a furry sister.
We got a puppy!
She’s so cute! Her name is Angel, and I know the two of you will be best friends someday.
