Dear Baby Mac,
The work baby pool results are in:
A whopping sixty-two percent think you are a girl.
The most common birthdate is September 29th.
They had to also guess your weight as a tiebreaker. If majority rules, you will weigh in around eight pounds.
And, in other good news, construction of the office building is complete!
All that’s left now is to watch all the cool finishing touches go into place. The traditional furniture. The modern artwork. The cool smart boards. The funky chairs in the break room.
You should be proud of your mommy. There were times I wasn’t sure I could pull off a project of this scale, but I’m so pleased with how it turned out.
I’m also happy to announce that my office/your playroom is done, and this weekend, we’re going to move all my stuff down there and hang the curtains.
On the nursery front, I was told your chair and crib had shipped. I think that means they are on a slow boat from China, and I’m pretty sure, if I call and hound the company one more time, I will never, ever see them in my lifetime.
Your dad keeps making me call them. It’s driving him nuts that everything isn’t done.
I told him to chill. That we still have four weeks.
But he’s starting to get a little crazy.
At first, it was sweet.
The car. The outlet covers. The cabinet locks.
The security system.
Now, he’s starting to annoy me a little.
Even though my birth plan is really just one simple line, he wants me to write it down.
So, here we go.
I’ve packed a hospital bag for each of us, and they are sitting by the door.
He’s also mapped out six different possible routes for our trip to the hospital even though we are only a few miles away from it. He has also mapped out multiple routes depending on where we are when I go into labor, like work, dinner, shopping, etc.
He’s also redone our wills.
Upped our life insurance.
And I’m pretty sure he’s already chosen your college.
Just kidding.
I think.
