Hey Duck.
So.... still just chillin in there, huh? Gonna stay forever? That could get weird.
The unthinkable has happened. I spoke with your Mom earlier. She and you and your Dad were on the way to a Dr's appointment. As I got over the fact that she was eating cereal in my ear, I asked if she was working after and she said.... NO. "I'm done, really" were her exact words. I can't even believe it. About effing time. She even said she took a nap yesterday! A real nap. For like, an hour. Miracles happen every day, I guess.
Other than that, I won't know anything new about you until after that appointment. I can't write about it now anyway because your Mom says it's not ok when family members don't know stuff and I'm just blogging my ass off about it to the free world. According to my baby email, you're holding strong at around 21 inches and 7-8ish lbs. You're just basically trying to build up some fatsies so you can be warm when you shoot out. You have some skin probably starting to shed so new skin can start to come in. (weird, snake-child but whatevs, I still like you.)
Funny story; yesterday Charlie Sheen was sleeping off a hangover in the hospital where you're going to be born. I told your Mom I hoped she didn't have you then because I feared he could be wandering around drunk, sense the exposed vagina, and come into the room thinking there's a porn shoot. She didn't even get mad at how disgusting I am, just said "Ewwww, that better be another building. I think they keep the drunk people away from the babies." Hey man, It's LA, you never know.
Well... enjoy your time loitering inside my friend. I'll get back with you next week and until then GET BIG, GET BIG, GET BIG!!
Eat you up I love you so xoxox
Me
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