Dear Baby Mac,
While you are packing on the pounds, you are also adding to your brain. Making it bigger and getting smarter. They say, anytime now, you will move into a head-down position that will make it easier to start the birthing process.
But, if I were you, I might wait a while before I did that.
Standing on my head for six weeks would give me a massive headache.
Your playroom, my office, and your nursery are coming along nicely. Really, your nursery is completely done, except for two things.
The crib and rocking chair that I ordered are still not in, but we have plenty of time.
I’m starting to have Braxton Hicks contractions.
The doctor calls them practice cramps and says they are my body preparing for the big day.
And I can see why it’s preparing.
Even as much as I’ve enjoyed being pregnant with you, I’m starting to get a bit uncomfortable.
And we still have six weeks left to go.
I’d tell you to stop growing, but that wouldn’t be very motherly of me.
But I would like to request that you stop kicking my bladder.
Yesterday, when you kicked me, I thought I was going to pee my pants.
This is me using my stern voice. “Baby Mac, the bladder is off-limits.”
