Rutabaga?

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 23:08:44 GMT

What is that? I'll tell you - it's apparently the approximate weight of my parasite.

I swear, I've asked a bunch of people, and no one knows what that is. But it's better than one of the previous descriptions, which was a large mango covered in cheese. ?!?!

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Parasitic

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 00:30:18 GMT

My baby is supposedly almost the length of a banana. It kicks pretty regularly, makes my stomach round and tight like there's a beach ball in there, and likes to eat me up from the inside. I still don't understand these women who say they loved being pregnant. While I can't complain too much about how this pregnancy is going, I certainly wouldn't do this in the future for fun. Because it turns out I really love being able to walk without waddling, eat anything I want, drink anything I want, and not get asked a ridiculous number of times if I know the gender of my baby.

It's funny because today, the guy I work with told me he's moving his office and I offered to help. He sort of questioned the fact that I wanted to help move stuff, and then asked me if I was one of those types that keeps going till the very end. And all I could think was, "Well, my pregnancy certainly didn't make the boy think, 'Hmmmm... maybe she shouldn't be doing 7 loads of laundry,' now did it?" So maybe I am one of those types.

But right now, at this very moment, I am enjoying being lazy on the couch. I would be a fool not to use the pregnancy card at some point, right?

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Rutabaga?

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