It’s been awhile since I’ve written to you, mostly because sometimes I forget you’re there. I’ve been feeling pretty great these past couple of weeks—all of my clothes fit and I can still sleep on my belly so there isn’t a lot reminding me you’re there. At least like the first couple of weeks when I was sick and tired. Still no major cravings or anything, but do miss the occasional beer—more so when others around me are enjoying one. This week you are about 4 inches long and 2 ½ ounces, about the size of an apple. Your crib also arrived last week and we got it all set up and I’m ready to pain the room this week. I’m also planning on meeting with Grandma Bothwell to get all the details figured out on the bedding for your crib and hopefully she can get started on that soon! One of my favorite things right now is watching and hearing how excited your dad is for you to arrive. Everyday he asks how’s the little peanut doing? He also likes to kiss my belly or shake it. I usually tell him that probably gives you a headache and you probably don’t like it, but he likes you to move around and squirm from his movements. We go to the doctor again next week to check on you and make sure you’re doing well.