Well, so much for adorable fruit comparisons to how big the baby has gotten. Week 10 and baby is the size of a...ewww...medium shrimp. To add to the ickies my husband talks to my belly and tells it "I know you're swimming around in there with your little shrimpy tail." Goof ball! Thankfully nausea and extreme exhaustion rode off into the sunset together this week making me a much more productive human being. Non-stop ravenous eating of strange foods, mega picky pants and the pregnancy crazies have moved in. Since those things are sort of normal for me it's survivable. Well, normal as in if my regular 'ole quirky character traits could be hyped up on crack cocaine.
Hey...raw shrimp are pink! Go with it!
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ReplyDeletehahaa! I agree with Grandma! Hey I'm leaving for NYC tomorrow! YAY! Fashion Week here I come. Glad you are feeling better!
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