So, how big is the baby? Well, first allow me to say that I am convinced that giant baby boy is perhaps precociously, well, giant. But we will continue to play along. To be honest, I find the produce this week a bit uninspired. How long is the baby? As long as a carrot, apparently. Like, a long carrot.
And how big am I? I am officially “oh my freaking god, are you effing kidding me?” big. It’s pretty big:
The major news this week is that my gigantic belly is suddenly making its presence apparent even to total strangers. First, a man on the street congratulated me. I had not done anything particularly impressive just prior to his remark, so I can only guess he was giving me props on the getting knocked up. If only he knew how cute my husband is, he’d have thrown me a parade. Then, an elderly woman on BART offered me her seat. I mean, how sweet is that? And no, of course I didn’t take it. So, yes, baby boy has gone public.
In other news...
Latest addition to baby’s playlist: Pearl Jam (Yeah, what is this? It’s another something from his father is what it is. And again I ask, what about my genes? Am I merely the vessel for a Jasper clone? Which would totally not be the end of the world or anything, but still.)
Number of onesies the baby owns: roughly 847 (Hand-me-downs are my favorite.)
Number of moon-shaped nightlights the baby owns: 1
Number of people who have touched my belly: 9
Baby’s favorite foods this week: peaches and chocolate cupcakes (yeah...)
Photo of carrot: Baby Center