Little Brut… that is what you are called as we get ready for you to be born. You are now what scientists call effaced. I don’t know what that means, so I say, The Missle Position… as in “ready to launch.”
Your mother talks a mean game about how you fight her belly and squish your head into her vagine. She doesn’t like that and tends to be in a pretty bad mood because of it.
One day in the distant future, when it matters most, you will be randomly grounded. This will be the reason why.
… in other news:
We will be taking you on a couple adventures soon after you’re born. One will be to see REM, The National and Modest Mouse at Deer Lake Park in May and the other might be a trip to San Francisco and then Seattle for Bumbershoot. You’ll have lots of indie cred by pre-school and will probably be a bit of a music snob to your kindergarden teacher and that’s just the way I want it.