I really have nothing to report. Baby M is still kicking away, and has developed an annoying habit of somehow scooching one of his limbs right up under my ribs. Heartburn gets a little worse every day. My husband lovingly refers to me as his African land mammal. My natural loathing for my fellow humans increases daily at an exponential rate. Sometimes I think this is some sort of instinctive protective mama-instinct, so that I keep my slow-moving self and (eventually) the newborn babe away from others who would either throw us to various wild predators or eat us themselves. But mostly I think it's because I'm a terrible person.
You're not a terrible person, I rather like you, and I won't eat you I promise.
Posted by: Yvonne | September 04, 2007 at 10:24 AM
Ok, can't R come up with a better pet name?
Posted by: Michelle | September 10, 2007 at 08:02 PM
To be fair, I actually came up with the name and R just adopted it.
Posted by: wealhtheow | September 17, 2007 at 10:07 AM