The Beatles will always rule, and they broke up years before I was born. I'll do my best not to cut off a big slap of Bealtemania and shove it down their throats, but you can be sure I'll be playing it when my (if I have any) kids are in utero.

After a little investigation, it turns out I can totally blame my mom for my nagging, slightly pernicious affinity for Neil Diamond and John Denver.

Babies can hear outside sounds during the third trimester.