We’ve come a long way, baby.
I’m most definitely feeling some Tot ninja action throughout the day, which never fails to stop me in my tracks. Tot is as hefty as an heirloom tomato, they say. Not sure how that compares to, say, a hybrid tomato. But either way, we’ll find out on Thursday if Tot’s spine is fully formed, as well as less potentially traumatizing things like whether or not we’re in for pink or blue.
Unlike the first few months of Tot’s life, EVERYONE is saying GIRL now. I’m thoroughly confused. We shall see.
I’m having some second thoughts about finding out, but Seth says after discovering an inch of sewer slush in the basement again, he can’t handle any more surprises.
Darling husband has yet to learn that women, while going about their daily business, do not generally like to have their loved ones blurt out things like, “Oh, man! You’re FAT!” or “You are HUGE!!!” No amount of punching in the arm will cure this habit. I can be brushing my teeth, playing on the laptop or walking up the stairs. No activity is safe. He has also upgraded my nickname from “Big Dough” to “Helen Humpfront.” But when I hear him call Maybel “Little Dough,” I can’t help but feel punchy. To me, it’s just implied.
In emotional updates, I’m starting to believe we might make it through the first trimester.
Where were we? Oh, yeah. GPOYAS! (Now with 100 percent more back-lighting!)
Let’s review with a special GPOYAS BONUS slideshow (I’m sorry.):
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