Talking to baby

I talk to the baby a lot. I find I do it now more in public (before, I just talked to myself, which is admittedly weird but I do it).

I like to tell her I love her when she kicks, and to talk to her about what she's up to, and what I'm up to, and how one day she'll go to UVA and then NC State and then wherever else she wants to go.

But lately, I punctuate every sentence with "please come out."

Please?

I can't sit at a table or desk anymore. I can't reach stuff anymore. I can't sleep more than three hours at a stretch anymore.

My description of myself sounds like a newborn.

Please come out.