Dear Baby Mac,
It’s the last week of our second trimester!
Let’s talk about you first. Your little lungs are developing now so that you can take your first breath, and sometimes, you get hiccups, and I can feel them! You weigh more than two pounds and are about fifteen inches long.
As for me, I am still feeling pretty awesome. Still jogging. And seem to have more energy. My stomach is more than a bump, and for some reason, people seem to think it’s okay to touch it. (P.S. It’s not.)
And, hello, I didn’t lose brain cells as my stomach grew. I can still actually have a conversation about something other than being pregnant.
I have also heard enough birthing horror stories to last me for the rest of my life, thank you very much.
Now onto the funner stuff! This week is the Fourth of July. I’m super excited for it. We’re having a party. Surprise, surprise. Our neighborhood has some cool events, like a kids’ parade in the morning. An afternoon picnic in the park. And, at dusk, what I’m most looking forward to, the fireworks over the lake. Because we live on the water, we’ll be able to see them from our backyard, so we invited everyone we know.
I have a bit of heartburn. I’m hungry all the time. My stomach itches, and my belly button has popped out.
My only real problem is that you seem to wake up about the time I’m ready to go to sleep.
It’s like, all day, when I’m moving around, you’re crashed out. Then, when I lie in bed, you wake up and decide to party.
And I’m pretty sure you are dancing.
Or possibly having your friends over.
