In the meantime, babble.com says the baby's the size of an eggplant this week. This is perplexing, because, as you see, eggplants come in many, many sizes. All I know is that at seven months (maybe? still confused) I'm definitely crossing from the maybe she's just fat to 95% sure she's knocked up, although, I'm still only rocking a couple pair of maternity skinny jeans with extra elastic in the waist - no panel action yet. The dreaded maternity pants with those lovely panels are probably right around the corner, though, but mostly because I've been gorging on holiday goodness for days now. Awesome!
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"Birth plan to write"?
i really don't know. it's in all the books. my main concern is that my doc doesn't bring a gaggle of interns into the delivery room while my hooha's on display. that's really my main goal.
Eh, don't worry. They're doctors. It's not like they bring the high school Future Health Care Club on the rounds when the hoohas are showing.
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