ice cream

we were just going to get ice cream but ended up at the kroger getting milk, beer, water, non-beer, coke and cereal. that sounds really unhealthy but that just happen to be the things we were out of. i swear there's healthier food at home. and ruby's coming to town. you've got to have options. but this is how i know we're pregnant. we're pregnant because we still went and got ice cream. two scoops of ooey-gooey mess. that's two scoops of ooey-gooey mess each. and piled right up in the bed. it's not just my love that is growing.

friday we find out if we've got a boy or a girl. i'm pretty certain it's a boy. it's just something i can feel. and if i'm wrong, well, i guess it'll be the first, and not the last, that i am an off the mark parent!

we're 18 and a half weeks pregnant. i always thought that was just a kid thing to count the half years, but i see now it goes all the way back to the womb. right back to the mother. "how far along are you?" "12 and half weeks." "hey baby, how far along are we?" "18 and a half weeks." really? my mango dipped in cheese is 18 and a half weeks. sweet.

every week we get emails about what's going on with our baby whichever week it is. whoever is the writer for these things is a crazy person that keeps relating the size of our baby to food! early on, it was shrimp. okay i get it. but later it was, an avocado, the size of that boneless chicken breast you're cooking up for dinner, (WTF really?) a bell pepper and now a mango dipped in cheese?! who is this person? a frustrated food critic that landed a job @ pregnancy.org?! i can only imagine what's coming next- your sweet little bundle of joy is the size of a cornish hen, battered and rolled and ready to go in that deep fryer!

pregnant mama's showing a little now and is cute as hell. we've taken a picture every week to chart the progress. the last couple of weeks we've almost forgotten to take them because we're too busy watching it grow! it's crazy. it's like in the night she snored a soccer ball right down into her belly and we woke up amazed. we rub it and pat it and think about our little family. we smile and kiss and pat it some more. sometimes i'm too rough. i get the tummy and yell down the little talk tube and imagine it hears my voice, like in who-ville, and it moves and kicks and smiles back at me. i try to sing to it but really all i know the words to are "old mcdonald had a farm" and some giant bear tunes. "she came to my window nearly dying of pneumonia, asking for whiskey and for love" -quick love-damn fine tune but maybe not the best baby's first lyrics.

so, hey...i'll have to brush up on my nursery rhymes.

"breaking bread"

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