week 23: dr. rosenberg, can you hear me?

Five months down and four to go for our intrepid mother/son duo. According to the baby info, the good doctor is somewhere in the neighborhood of 11 inches long, and swallowing more. If he's like his daddy, then he's already sucking his thumb and wondering when the television reception in his "womb" is going to get better.

Apparently, Dr. Rosenberg is able to hear more and more, and loud noises (like, I dunno, let's say, a dog, perhaps) are not necessarily a bad thing. The more the good doctor hears now, the less it will phase him when he's out in the world. Now, I tried to explain this to Overboard while Sadie was serenading her belly with a cacophonic chorus of barking, but she wasn't quite buying it. Unfortunately, she also didn't bite when I recommended that she vacuum the house, you know, so it won't bother the good doctor later on.

I'm telling ya, the things I try to do to prepare our boy for life outside of the womb just aren't being appreciated right now. So if you'll excuse me, I need to go clean the basement carpets and watch Sadie threaten the evil vacuum at the top of her lungs.