hello, third trimester, how goes it?

I'm looking at a picture of a puppy on cuteoverload and the next thing I know the right side of my shirt is soaked.

That's correct.

The boob.
It leaked.
As a result of looking at A Picture.

Of a puppy.

Will they just explode when Merrittime arrives?

I was driving down the interstate today and Paul Simon's Father & Daughter came on and suddenly I'm a weeping mess of smiling tears as I'm singing my heart out and trying to make my own lyrics fit in at the chorus. I think it works:

If you ever leap awake
In the mirror of a bad dream
And for a fraction of a second
You can't remember where you are
Just open your window
And follow your memory upstream
To the meadow in the mountain
Where we counted every falling star

I believe the light that shines on you
Will shine on you forever
And though I can't guarantee
There's nothing scary hiding under your bed
I’m gonna stand guard
Like a postcard of a Golden Retriever
And never leave till I leave you
With a sweet dream in your head

I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a mother
Who loved her son-ther more than I love you

Eighty-something days, little man.

Can. Not. Wait.