Dear Baby Mac, We are starting our eighth month! Weâre on the homestretch here.
Although, from everything I have read, this is when women start to get uncomfortable. I remember Danny telling us how Lori had bought a body pillow about this time.
I didnât get a pillow. I just drape myself over your dad.
So far, he doesnât seem to mind.
Youâre about four pounds, and while we get everything ready for your arrivalâlike buying those teeny little diapers and adorable onesies and prepping the nurseryâyou are getting ready to be born. Youâre practicing breathing, kicking, sucking, and swallowing.
Chelsea and I have been talking and texting a lot. Itâs nice to have someone to go through all this with. I was worried about her last week because sheâd been having fainting spells. They were concerned about gestational diabetes, but it turns out, her blood sugar was just getting a little low, so she has to make sure sheâs having snacks in between meals. After a long search, she and Joey found a really cute house about five miles from where we live in one of the neighborhoods they really liked.
We purchased a super-safeâas in your father researched them for daysâcar seat. So, weâre ready for your trip home from the hospital.
I havenât been jogging as much. I was having some shortness of breath, and it freaked your dad out. But the doctor says itâs just because my uterus is pushing up against my diaphragm, which is completely normal. He says, once you drop in preparation for birth, it will go away.
Speaking of that, youâve been giving me a lot of swift kicks to the ribs. I donât know what all youâre doing in there, but you must be having a good time.
Iâm a little worried about something though.
Iâm afraid, when youâre older, that you wonât mind me.
you ask.
Because Iâm failing as a dog parent.
Angel NEVER listens to me.