Hey babe,
Pregnancy is a scam. They promise beautiful glowing skin and luscious locks of hair, but I am left with the skin of a 15 year old, and hair that makes me appear to be a beached mermaid. At least I get a gift out of it. A gift that will demand my money and attention for the rest of life...but still, the best gift that one could ever be given.
Although I don't want to name you until I look at you, I'm feeling pretty confident about your name. I love the idea of waiting to name a baby until after they are born, but referring to you (even if it's just to myself) as something other than "baby," feels really sweet and real.
-This week the internet tells me that you are the size of an onion.
-I love rubbing my belly, but I maybe love it more when you dad rubs it.
-Your great aunt {that is weird to call her since she is only in her 30's} sent you some clothes, blankets, books, and toys. We are grateful, we don't have Donald Trumps income, so it's incredibly thoughtful and helpful.
-Unrelated to you, your uncle had his car stolen on his birthday. Both sad and hilarious.
-Last night your dad picked up his guitar again for the first time in a long time. He is a very talented musician. I can't feel any kicks yet, but I can feel a fluttering sensation, and it seemed like you were enjoying the music and the vibrations.
xoxo
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