Dear Baby Mac, Your dad is obsessed with reading my pregnancy books. And not in a good way.
Heâs starting to read all the horror stories. Ectopic pregnancies. Blighted ovums. Miscarriages.
Please, promise that you wonât do that to me.
I know itâs only been ten weeks, and youâre only the size of a prune, but I canât wait to meet you.
Your dad is convinced youâre a girl.
Later in the pregnancy, we can find out what sex you are, but I donât think I want to know, so, hopefully, youâre okay with a gender-neutral nursery.
Although, just in case, I bought a really adorable dress with a pale pink tutu and a butterfly appliqué. Oh, and matching sparkly pink booties that my mom would have gone crazy over.
But, shhh ⦠donât tell Daddy.
And guess what.
Next week, youâre getting your first picture taken!
Weâre having an ultrasound. And Iâm nervously excited!
So, be good, be there, have a nice strong heartbeat, and show off your itty-bitty self!