Dear Jack: you've been served

My dearest little one, you've been served:


You can consider this your official notice that my warm and toasty uterus is no longer accepting tenants.

I can understand your confusion - after all you're such a good little (fat) fetus, I'm still extremely comfortable for being 39 weeks pregnant, and I promised you that I would never try and force you out against your will. But mommy's grandpa is very very sick and told her that he is planning on hanging on until he gets a chance to meet you - his first great grandbaby.

I know you're sad to lose grandpa soon, but he's in good spirits and has led an amazing life. He's tired and wants to meet you soon! So, little buddy, if you are ready, come on out. The weather isn't great, but mom and dad have lots of blankets ready for you and will keep you warm and toasty. M'kay?

Mom did 2 set of sprints up 10 flights of stairs yesterday, walked the local Fred Meyer store 3 times, and vacuumed and mopped the whole apartment trying to jiggle you loose. Please cooperate.

Week 39 (last week pregnant...?) photo:

Photo taken from the bathroom at my grandpa's hospice. It's a much brighter mirror than any we have at home! The people at Kitsap County Hospice are amazing. My grandpa is in such a fantastic place to receive care, and I couldn't be happier that he is comfortable.

And before I get back to work, a super cute Jack story: Yesterday I was sitting on the couch and he had been snoozing for a while. I don't know if he had a bad dream or something, but all of the sudden he just tried to LAUNCH himself out of my stomach. He pretty much startled himself awake. Troy was out, but I really wish someone had been here to see it because it was SO CUTE. I laughed for a good 10 minutes.