I get these great weekly baby updates in my email. They tell me all about how my baby is growing week to week. And, of course, they always compare my baby to a food! This week she is a spaghetti squash! If she is an average baby, which, let's face it, isn't likely, considering who her daddy is, she would be 11 inches long and weigh 1 pound. And she is starting to look like a tinny, weeny newborn! She is covered in wrinkles that will get filled in with cue baby fat! She likes to entertain me with acrobatics. She'll flip and flop and kick and wiggle for a while, and then not move (at least that I can feel) for a few hours. Then we get to start again! I'm just glad that she hasn't gotten so strong that she's hurting me yet!
The email also referred to my growing belly as a "hand magnet." I am very glad to say that only one person has been bold enough to pat my belly (and she was such a tiny, little, old lady that I didn't have the heart to stop her). Lots of people eye-ball it, though! I wonder why it is that some people think that a big, pregnant belly is open to the public? My thought is, "it's my belly, and if I say you can touch it, you can. If not, hands off!" :)
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