36 weeks. The countdown hasn't officially begun, but yesterday Dr. Hill, also a pilot, put it aptly when he said the tray tables are in their full and upright locked position and we're coming in to land. I definitely feel like I'm circling the approach. It's up to The Mayor now to decide when to stop kicking me and come on out to visit.
Very nice baby shower on Sunday, courtesy of the misses Jenn and LT. Lots of sweet layette items (including some with moon theme), plus a purple piggy bank, a diaper bag Ken can carry, and Lisa's bag o' reality gifts (Binkys! diaper rash cream! aerodynamic bottles!). And yummy cheesecake, too. Thanks for everything, ladies!
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