Can you believe that we actually have a picture of our little one already? I mean, he/she is only about the size of a prune, yet apparently has the energy level of a jumbo squid. You see, we were able to watch our kiddo kicking his/her legs and arms, dancing around like a petite trapeze artist embellishing the lime light. I have a hard time comprehending that something so tiny has so many features/characteristics already, isn't that baffling?
I have a confession to make, I *pinky swear* have already put the picture in a frame and placed it on the mantel by our bed. Is that normal or obsessive compulsive, I guess you be the judge? I can't help it I guess, I love my little alien baby (I confirmed with the Doctor, they all look like aliens at this stage of the game), besides maybe my nesting hormones are beginning to take over my subconscious forcing me to do these tedious things? What ever common rationalization is behind my new behavior, I like it. Please excuse me, but I must return to my kitchen, I only have 17 more Super Bowl Appitizers that I must prepare in a timely fashion.*Gulp*
Sincerely,
Farming Fabulously
Program Note: Only 30 more weeks to go, unless you are siding with HH who is bound and determined that I can keep this baby nestled until 09-09-09. Lets not place any money on that though shall we.
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