You are definitly growing. Moving. Causing some back and booty pain. Doing circles. Enjoying every little bite I take.
You wake me up at night from kicking. I see you move through my shirts and when I'm sitting in meetings I swear people can see you move.
I think we decided on Briggs Z.
But you know your momma, changes her mind all the time.
We are getting really, really excited to meet you.
I can't decide if you are going to sleep in a crib or moses basket.
I think you are going to be an 8lber. A long 8lber. I find myself thinking about your personality and what you are going to look like.
I can't wait to meet your little nose, see those eyes, and snuggle your tiny little neck.