Dear Little Baby Leger,
This week has been exciting for our family. The news about you has become “public.” As we celebrate the excitement this announcement brings, I’ve been thinking about how quickly the past four months have gone. As I try to cherish this special time when you are growing inside my body, I can’t help but think that it will be over too quickly. I will admit that the first few months were rough on me and I did doubt my ability to make it through nine months. But, now that my body has adjusted to the changes, I’m both excited and nostalgic. Life passes us by so quickly. I hope these letters to you can be my way of holding on a little longer.
This week you are about the size of an avocado and weighing in at about 3 1/2 ounces. According to the books, your ears have developed enough that you can hear the things going on around you. I hope you come to enjoy the sound of your daddy’s voice as much as I do. I’ve always told him my favorite sound is his voice accompanied by his guitar. I know you’ll be hearing that a lot in the next five months and years to come. That also means this little Beagle is going to have to learn to let people walk outside without yelling at them. I keep telling him you’ll be annoyed when you meet him because you’ll know he was the one making all that noise. For the time being, he doesn’t believe me. I hope that when he meets you he’ll be more understanding and try to make you happy instead of upsetting you with his loud barking. I should also warn you, he has no understanding of personal bubbles. His idea of snuggling is making sure half of his body is jammed up against yours. Much like your daddy, I’m sure you’ll have a love -hate relationship with his snuggling style. I on the other hand may have been the one to create this snuggling monster. I have a hard time saying no to cute little puppies so I think I trained him to be a lap dog, regardless of how much he weighs. I hope that you’ll grow to love him as much as I do. I know he’s found his spot in your daddy’s heart even though he can be naughty sometimes.
I hope you’re getting all this fruit I’m sending to you. I can’t get enough strawberries, bananas, grapes, or orange juice. Veggies are something I’m pretending that I love, for your sake. I hope you end up enjoying both because some days are a struggle to meet your daddy’s requirements for my veggie in-take.