3 of 3
At this point you are probably asking yourself, "Didn't Dinka recently enter the third trimester?" Yes she did, and thank you for asking. We didn't make too much of a fuss about it because the only thing that marked this occasion was the fact that we became approximately the same weight, a fact that says something that neither of us wants to admit about his or her own body.
While we should probably be taking advantage of the short time that we are in the same weight class by boxing or wrestling, instead we are relaxing and enjoying the increasingly strong kicks of the little one. According to the weekly pregnancy newsletter I receive, I should be talking to the baby at this point so she will know my voice and be comforted by it. I am not uncomfortable with this but deciding on a subject is a difficult matter. A dramatic reading of The Iliad seems over the top and the jibberish that I resort to is probably not sufficiently stimulating, even at this early stage of development. I should probably prepare a syllabus of subjects to work through by July, as Kevin did for Raimi (albeit after he was born), but I just don't know where to start. If she is born with a penchant for technology and/or an interest in the production of scotch, I am not to be blamed.