Pants are snug, have swapped out the triangle-shaped underware for sensible granny squares and busted out the (thought I wasn't going to see this bin for, like, years) maternity digs. It's been a blessed week of vomit-free engorging. In that time, baby #2's house has expanded.
I'm thankful to see shaped take form- even if the shape is rotund. (I guess that beats a rombus). Because Woog takes up whatever time I'm not puking or working, I've not focused much on the new baby. Now, a mere glance footward is a sweet, 4 inch reminder.
We've begun the 'name game.' Truthfully, I dread it...what if I pick the wrong one, what if it turns out to be Emo slang for a cheese log, what if... and so the mind reels.
Popular candidates at this early juncture include; Neva, Lennon, Sayer, Kix, Becker and ~. Geez, sometime I wish we were Borg and just had numbers.
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