We made it! The Wife is officially at 36 weeks in her pregnancy today, so that means:
- It’s all good from here
- No more restricted activity (hubba hubba, and what not)
- Our house is about to get a *whole lot* cleaner
- Our lives are about to get a whole lot busier
It also means The Boy will officially be a big brother, and able to teach things he knows, like his new (and only) knock-knock joke (the punch line is “WaZOOka!” and is hysterical if you’re three. It’s not bad if you’re thirty-somethin’, too.), and the best way to wheedle Dad out of “somes root beer, pleeeese!”
We’ll keep you posted, with words and images.