So, I've been making this baby. For just almost 17 weeks.
I mean, I didn't make it on my own. But I'm doing all the work, you know?
So now that I can eat foot again without feeling like my whole body is going to explode
into a thousand tiny pieces of despair, I'm pretty excited about what we've got going
Because of the dictator-like role that the little dude's been playing on my body,
and because it refused to uncross it's legs during the ultrasound today, we are
currently referring to it as Baby Mussolini.
All that said - Steven, I guess it's time for you to come to Maui and build me a baby
nursery, wouldn't you say?