So maybe I spoke a bit too soon on the "onesie finalists..."

Team Taylor Countdown:  41 days until due date

Family,

And a good evening to you from the Queen City.  Officially inside of 6 weeks now, and almost overnight I have felt the adrenaline ratchet up inside me.  Perhaps the catalyst for this sudden surge of endorphins was being on a conference call today when a colleague said, "Yeah, my first one came 8 weeks early."  I shuddered momentarily at the thought (as the jumperoo is STILL staring at me and there is still no mattress to speak of anywhere), and before I could change the subject the OTHER fella on the phone said, "That's exactly what happened to us!  She was a 32 week-er."  Um....HOLY MOLY MUST GET TO PARENTING CLASS AND BUY BUY BABY.  Ok, whew - that was cathartic.

Not a whole lot new to report today, and as we've plans this evening it will be a short one.  But as I stare at the newest gadget for Baby T's room (the Sleep Sheep, courtesy of Old School Cool), I can't help but get so so so so excited for the big day.  I'm trying to make a conscious effort to touch Jenny's belly as much as possible, talk to the wee one growing in there, and remember every moment as they whip past.  When we lay down at night and Jenny puts her head on my shoulder, I can feel Baby T kicking in there, pounding her womb and my abdomen.  It is absolutely amazing - the miracle of life is just beyond words or description.

JT is still feeling good - tired at the end of the day, but who wouldn't after working for 9 hours and then swimming a mile 4 times a week?  No snores last night, so we both slept like a baby.

Oh, and for the peanut gallery scoring this contest, it should be noted that my wife read the finalists for Baby T's "I'm leaving the hospital" onesies and promptly said, "Um, yeah.  It won't be any of those."  When I mentioned if any of the sports gear was even in consideration, she looked at me as though I'd just said, "Alternatively, we could take a 12 year expat assignment, baby in tow, to Outer Mongolia."  I mean, those guys/yurts do look pretty toasty- just saying'...

Love,

Sam and Jenny