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January 19, 2010

I come bearing obscure veggies

Rutabaga1
So my baby is now the size of an average rutabaga. Not a crazy big rutabaga, just your average, run-of-the-mill rutabaga. Which is great to know, but... what the hell is a rutabaga?

I get these weekly pregnancy updates delivered to my email in-box and they inevitably include a note comparing my unborn child to some random produce. Apparently it's a rule. Apparently these updates are actually intended for pioneer women who sow the fields all day and then head home to toil away over bubbling cauldrons of hearty root vegetable stew. That's not quite me. Now, if the update said, "Your baby is now around the size of a Weight Watchers Smart Ones Szechuan Chicken frozen dinner" I'd totally get it.

Turnip, parsnip, rutabaga... call it what you like. One thing is for sure: This baby is suddenly getting a lot bigger. I know because I'm starting to have to hoist myself out of chairs, bracing myself against the arms and heaving myself forward. Grunting gracefully. And once I'm up I feel as though I have to jostle my hip and pelvic bones back into place so that I can actually, you know, walk. Or waddle. Whatever.

Grateful as I am for my fertility, I think my very favourite part about this pregnancy is knowing that I'll never ever be pregnant again... even though I'm pretty sure F is already harbouring secret thoughts about "trying for a boy." Ha! Sweet, silly man. We'll just see how we all feel about that four months from now when we're caked in crusty vomit and haven't slept for 18 days.

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rutabaga...i love it!! ha! haa!

Posted by: brandee | Jan 20, 2010 6:29:45 PM

Oh, I bet you're an adorable pregnant woman. :)
I love your last paragraph. I was the one who thought we'd be trying for a third and fourth. Then Leah came and I said, "We're done." But, of course, things settled down and I'm a little more open the idea of one more. :)

Posted by: Erin | Jan 22, 2010 8:09:15 PM

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