Dear Baby in my belly,
You make me cry, laugh, exhausted, hungry, and sick all within a matter of minutes. The newest symptom I feel from you is my strong craving to eat spaghetti LOADED with parmesan cheese every day. I'm sure your Dad is SO tired of pasta.
It's a little ironic that the one thing that disgusts me is the one thing that we used to eat on a daily basis, ground beef. I can't even look at it. I can't smell it, cook it, or even look at a hamburger without running to be sick. Just last week your sweet Papa Don had us over for some football and hamburgers. That poor man worked so hard on our lunch only to have me begging for a grilled cheese instead.
Your Dad has been a complete trooper. He will take me to 3 different restaurants just so I can be sure I won't be sick by what is on the menu. He's the best. You are 11 weeks old inside my belly and I can't wait to see another picture of you and how you've grown. The next ultrasound we will find out if you are a boy or a girl. I'm very excited for that part as well. Although, I swear I don't care either way. I just prefer for you to be 100 % healthy and to have my head instead of your Fathers.
Love,
Mommy
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