Time's Up, Shorty
Time’s up, shorty. Can you hear me? Last time I saw you, on a fuzzy ultrasound scan, I don’t think you had ears, but you do now, so no excuses. It’s only a matter of days now until you arrive, so I thought I’d give you the quick lowdown on what to expect. You are fully cooked. Every organ, every bone, every limb you need, you’ve got it. Head, shoulders, knees and toes; they’re all there. I...