Liz takes the news well.
We are so excited to have a little baby Perry, and he should get here by the end of August. We already love him so much. He jumps around a ton, especially when we’re with an ultrasound tech. I cry every time I see his little heart beat. At every appointment since the eight-week ultrasound, the doctors tell us he’s a tall baby just like his family, and that makes me cry too.
He has also grown everything he needs to hear. This has been both wonderful and awkward. Wonderful, because he wiggles around whenever Chris sings, and I cry because I believe this means the baby loves Chris like I do. Awkward, because his hearing ability, combined with Netflix and three months of my debilitating nausea, means someday soon I’ll have to explain why he thinks Liz Lemon is his mother.
Also: I’ll have to stop swearing (again).