11 weekends
Well, it’s coming isn’t it? By my count, another 11 weekends and he’ll be here – that is, if he follows the doctor’s plans. A week early or so wouldn’t surprise me, the way he’s already kicking and wriggling. Frank can’t wait to see him; I can’t wait… to have everything ready!
Xavier prend un portrait de moi. Bon travail, jo! / Xavier takes a portrait of me. Good job, buddy!