This just in. Looks like Mary Virginia’s eyes are going to be blue.
Oops, ANNA! I meant to say Anna. That’s the first time I’ve ever done that, I promise.
This week Anna is 11 weeks old, which means next week she’ll be 12 weeks old, which means the end of the fourth trimester. Does that mean people will expect me to wear real pants and stop crying at pharmaceutical commercials?
Speaking of things I’m not ready for, it also means Anna technically won’t be a newborn anymore. In one week, she’s officially a baby.
Are you KIDDING ME? Does that seem fast to everyone else? Kid! Slow down!
Think she’ll let me be her roommate when she goes to college?