The baby growing in my belly, or this monstrous zucchini from Ben and Amanda's garden? My vote is the baby. I wish somebody would offer to carry this belly for a little while. I am tired. And can you believe I still have two months to go? How is this even going to work?
We'll get an ultrasound soon to take some measurements and find out just how big he really is. Legend has it that my grandmother gave birth to her first child, my oldest uncle, at home in the old country of Sicily, and he weighed in at a whopping 13 pounds! Despite this experience, my grandmother then went on to have seven more children. The subsequent babies probably had no trouble at all finding their way out of the birth canal. I am hoping for better luck than she had.
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| The view from below is the scariest of all. |
The heat is insane, and yet I am hanging in there and doing fine for the most part. I'll be at
32 weeks this coming week. Does that mean I can say I'm 8 months pregnant? It feels like cheating, since a calendar month is usually slightly longer than four weeks. Who really cares anyway. Well, the most difficult two months are yet to come, so I haven't lost sight of the fact things are not going to get any easier. Here's to hoping for the best, and I am off to bake some zucchini bread. Thanks B & A!
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