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If you don't know - the word is bound to get out. Eric and I have been commissioned by Mother Nature to create a human being who is bound to have amazing hair. My uterus has already moved up several sizes of fruit, and is currently the size of a cantaloupe. I find it uncanny that my innards are able to accommodate a melon of that size; especially since my stomach is no larger now than even the most massive beer belly I have ever sported.
Thankfully, one of the five million pregnancy e-mails I get each week updates me on the sizes of the little fetus and my uterus, respectively - conveniently corresponding each to a different size of nut or fruit each week. I will keep you posted on whichever legume, melon, or sporting-goods accessory happens to compare the little babe as we go along - but promise not to be offended if you're not as completely enthralled with the process as i am.
This is my first foray into blogging, and coincidentally, the only extracurricular writing I've done since I broke up with my last boyfriend. See, the only times I normally feel compelled to write are in times of crisis or academia. Perhaps this pregnancy thing falls partially into the "crisis" portion of thing (certainly not for any outright negative reasons) because when I'm not puking, sleeping, or working, I can be found nesting my brains out and generally going crazy with baby mania. This blog is meant to be my outlet from all the baby-mania and to keep me from nesting.
There is surely bound to be baby talk, but I swear I have other things to talk about beyond the perils of trying on maternity jeans and my secret judgement of parenting styles. Bear with me here, okay?
