Every once in awhile Jay will get super close to my stomach and give the baby some updates on what's going on out here in the cold world. The other day there was a lot to say, and it went something like this (read in a boomy announcerish voice with very few spaces between words. yes, it's exactly as weird as it sounds):
"HELLOBABY. I cleaned your fan in case you're a nerd and are born with allergies like me. Also, can you please not poop or pee on me? Unless you want it reciprocated with vomit. That would be great. It's a shame that you're missing most of football, but you'll LOVE watching the playoffs. You'll be here in time for them, so that's good. And then we have golf! Ok I'm hungry and need to take a shower bye."
So, the good news is that the kid is already up to date on current happenings so she won't feel too lost when she's born.
35 weeks tomorrow. Whoa.