20 weeks!

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My name is Eleanor Reece - but my mommy will call me Ellie. I'm told I'm named Eleanor for my dad's love of mustang. Specifically, the 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500. Reece comes from my parent's love of Reese's peanut butter cups.

I like to move around in my mommy's belly. Sometimes, I get poked at - which I don't like, but I'm learning to poke back....which I don't think my mommy likes. One day, I'll come out and poke whoever kept doing that to me and see how they like it!

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