And in other parts of the blogosphere, babies are coming out of people. Babies. Coming out of people. It actually works. This pregnancy thing ends in babies. Who knew?
Sunday night, Harpo had a disco party. We lay in bed and started at Jen's belly as it jumped and wiggled and bounced. Harps, I know you like the night life baby, but the installation of the disco ball has really taken up a lot of valuable real estate in your mother's abdomen. And the stretching routines? A little over the top. Although I really do love the way she looks down and says, "what ARE you doing to me, kid?"