Dear Baby Mac, Only five more weeks until we get to meet you!
You have no idea how excited I am about that.
And Iâm not just saying that because my stomach feels like it weighs about eight hundred pounds and might explode if it gets any bigger.
In reality, you are only weighing in at about five pounds and feeling cramped, too. You probably canât do all the fun flips and somersaults like you used to.
But come this Saturday, weâll have something to cheer about!
ITâS FOOTBALL SEASON!
This Saturday is the home opener for our alma mater and favorite college team, Nebraska. Our friend Danny, who will be your godfather, is a quarterback in the NFL and used to play there. He got a skybox where we get to watch the games from, which will be really nice.
Even though Iâm feeling a little uncomfortable at times, Iâm still trying to enjoy every moment of my pregnancy.
I read something around the time that my parents died that said, That all you can see is that moment.
But Iâm trying to look ahead.
I know you wonât be inside of me for much longer. I know that youâll grow up fast, and someday, Iâll look back and wonder if I appreciated every single moment I had with you.
More than anything, I want that answer to be yes.