Trevor has started talking to my stomach.He has actually been trying to do this for weeks, but it creeps me out. So I told him he wasn't allowed to do it until I started showing. But now that he has decided that my recently developed baby beer gut qualifies as "showing", there is no stopping him.
Last night he spent ten minutes telling The Fetus about how excited he was that the NFL lockout was over, who got cut, who is a free agent, etc. And, of course, he had to start trying to brainwash The Fetus in utero by telling it how "great" the Cowboys are.
It was like Sports Center for the unborn. With a definite Dallas bias.
Lord, help me and my poor, innocent child.
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