I’m sorry that my blogging of your imminent arrival has been so spotty, and that with just six weeks to go you still don’t have a name. I promise that despite these lapses, we are very excited about your arrival and have been hard at work preparing for it. Your big sister is eager to meet you. She gives you kisses through my belly and says, “Come out baby!” Mommy and Daddy have a serious case of nesting, and have painted, carpeted, and bought furniture all with an eye towards bringing you home to a place that’s ready for you. We’ve still got work to do, and you still have some important growing to do, so take your time getting to your birth day. And if you could, please, stop sticking your feet up in my ribs. Thanks.