Yes, I know, I know. I am late. Most of you probably didn't even notice, but Jessica sure did. She is bossy - which is a great segue for today's entry...more in a moment.
Well, I am for certain showing now. I need to get another picture up - we'll take one tomorrow and I'll post it for Friday. I know in a few months I'll look back on this burgeoning bump and think, "that was nothin!" For today, though. it's something! And my future self shouldn't be raining on my present self's preggo parade!
Before I get started, Fozz is 4.6 inches and 3.5oz this week! Watch what you say... tiny bones forming in baby's ears mean the little one can now pick up your voice. Eyebrows, lashes and hair are starting to fill in, and taste buds are forming. Supposedly an ultrasound would also pick up gender differences, but Doc Garb (he's not olde tyme, I just like to say Doc) likes to wait until we're good and past week 20 to be safe.
Now then... I am finding myself reminding others that Fozzie isn't community property. I know some people took that "taking a villiage" business to heart, but honestly, Zach and I have it covered, people.
"YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A CUP OF COFFEE???" 1. You're not my doctor. 2. You're not Zach. 3. You aren't even my friend or related to me - you're just someone I know. My reply? "Well, I was going to do a bump of coke, but the workplace frowns on that." Yes, I am going to have a cup of coffee. I'm allowed 1 a day to stave off the blinding migraines that I get and for which I can take absolutely nothing.
"WELL, THAT'S STUPID, AND I HATE WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT." (in response to: if it's a boy, we'll name him William Frank and we may call him Frank.) 1. I don't recall asking your opinion. 2. Don't accuse others of being stupid if you're going to be stupid enough to be needlessly insulting at a nice dinner party. Rude people are stupid. 3. Bubby says it's the parent's greatest priveledge to bestow a name on a child, and Bubby is a Bubby and she knows more than you, so shut yer yap.
"CAN I TOUCH? I'M JUST GOING TO TOUCH." Hey gang, I'm showing, but I'm not THAT showing. When you touch me, you're really just touching my stomach (yes, it's sticking out because Fozz's coccoon is pushing up on it.) The baby is still set pretty low, and only Zach and the Doctor are touching there. Capice? So, no means no. And this isn't Frat-Boy-Style-No where it means 'yes.' Actual no.
I'm allowed to go jogging, a boat is like a car, I'm going to have my hair done, and hot dogs are okay for me at ball games.
I promise you - I won't do anything to hurt the baby, and Zach certainly won't let me do anything I perceive as safe that isn't. Trust me. He's an eagle eye. (Ask him about telling Spilliams she's not allowed to clean on top of the kitchen cabinets.) Zach is the only person besides the doctor to whom I'm listening, so if you have a request, you may want to run it by him.
Also, ask him to post already! He has some great things he says he's going to put up on here, and he hasn't done it yet. There are some really funny ideas he's had, so try to help me coax him in to posting!
Bump pictures to get posted this week - I swear!
Love,
Em
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