As in, elephant enormous.
As in, "where the heck did his waist go?" enormous.
And "Why does his torso just end in two little stumps?" enormous.
And as in, "Is it really possible for a 2 month old to have double chins?" enormous.
This has put the fear of God into me.
My child birthing experience might require more than the average drugs. and procedures. and possibly a veterinary scale.
Seriously! Something that large is going to come out of me? Or rather, be in me?
I'm sparing you the pain from seeing a picture of infant me however.
Though I was not huge (errm in the 6 pound range,) I was however, not a cute baby.
I'd burn all of my baby pictures if it was allowed.
Even as a child, I'd look at pictures and say "ewwww, what was wrong with me?" My mother would smile sweetly and say "Nothing honey, you were precious."
Why not just call me "special," already?
By toddler hood I had grown into my face, my eyes had lost that creepy cross eyed-misplaced look, and my head had lost all resemblance of a potato.
Praise the Lord!
So, with the combined forces of massive Paternal genes and hideous baby Maternal genes....
I'm really up a creek without a paddle, now, aren't I?
I kid, I kid.
We're so excited about this whole pregnancy thing, but have yet to find the words to explain how we are feeling and what we are doing.
I blame that on the language school. It turns my brain into a form of tomato soup, everyday by 2 pm.
I come home.
I sleep for 3-4 hours.
I make dinner. Or, send Ian out to pick up dinner.
Then try to concentrate for an hour or two on homework before my brain completely sizzles out.
Which explains my lack of blogging posts during the last week or two.
I apologize for my absence.
I can't promise I am back in full blogging swing, but hopefully we're at least on the upswing of this slump.