Apparently there’s no link between playing music, reading literature, etc. to the baby in utero and the child’s success or appreciation of those things. 

But my lesson plan! I had a strict curriculum set up, starting with the philosophy of ontological empiricism, viola lessons, and AP French. And I was going to transmit these lessons through a bullhorn directed at Anne’s belly, a couple hours a night. All that effort for nothing. 

No matter. We still have time to sink all of our desperate hopes and failed dreams into the child and make her feel guilty as an adolescent that she didn’t live up to our unspoken expectations. A well-put together regimen of controlled neglect, helicopter parenting, and emotional vacuousness will generate that piano-playing astronaut we’ve always wanted! I mean, that’s why we became parents – we need to explore the solar system, people.

Upcoming OB and ultrasound appointments on Friday April 8. We’ll be counting fingers and toes. Hopefully there will be the best number of them. We’re looking forward to another great photo shoot of the Spicy Peanut. Stay tuned.