Dear Beanlet,
Your heart is forming and your brain and spinal cord are forming. Apparently you're the size of an orange seed. Your parents are worrying about being stable and comfy for your arrival, though it's still quite a ways off. Also trying to figure out how to get care for me and you before you join us, and while you join us. We're planning a funny combination of high and low-tech that it's going to take some funny wrangling to pull together. And that's if we stay put until you're born! It'll get even more interesting if we end up moving, I'm sure.
I wish my symptoms could stay like they are this morning- present enough to be reassuring, but not interfering with my life. Fat chance, eh?
Love,
Your Mama
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