We are twenty-eight. Twenty-eight weeks old. Are you feeling squashed in here? I’ve been feeling squashed since the beginning. Hey, what does that mean? We’re the same size. Your personality is very large. Someone needs to be comic relief. Yep! That’s you. By the way, we’re in the third trimester. We are? Cool! Ya-hoo! Yay! Um, what’s the third trimester? A milestone: we have survived longer than a lot of other babies. What? Sometimes Moms and Dads throw babies away. Why? Why would they do that? Maybe I butternut say. Will you tell me later? Possibly.
-a.m.opdahl