After a punishing day of crappy chairs and information overload, Smith Family Robinson is now ready to kick Bill2.0 out of the 34 pounds o' uterus that are currently growing inside Meredith. I'll explain.

About two lectures in to our class yesterday, our helpful nurse Michelle started passing around life-sized models of babies at certain stages: 8, 16, 22, 28 and 40 weeks gestation. Our size, 28 weeks, was easily palmed. That forty-week sucker though weighed as much as a heavy backpack of school books and wobbled like a jello boulder. And the uterus model was as big and heavy as a donut tire from a crappy import car. Holy cow. All this business is growing in wifey's belly?

After we wolfed lunch, we toured the Casa de Poppage to find out where we need to be and when. It seems a bit surreal, but I am holding auditions for a cameraman who can be a good back up for the delivery room. Let me know if interested. Please send references.

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