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Remember how I used to be afraid that Elena was a midget? I talked about it here and here, among other places. I am now ALREADY afraid that baby boy is going to be a giant. The main reason is that he insists on lodging his foot in between my ribs on a regular basis, making me want to gasp in pain except for that he is cutting off my ability to breathe deeply. This is despite the fact that after the whole incident landing me in the hospital on Christmas Eve, his head is engaged*, which at least in Elena's case, made her so much lower that she never kicked my ribs or affected my breathing. It doesn't help that I'm stuck on the couch/bed all the time, so can't really get in a good position to alleviate the pain. The other reason I think he will likely be gigantic is that we have bought an ENORMOUS amount of baby boy clothes in size 0-3 months. We did this because (1) it is fun to shop and (2) we don't want to have to shop all the time when he is a newborn like we did with Elena. Elena was in her 0-3 clothes for probably 6 months. So this is a purely superstitious reason, but that's how I roll.** So my worries have climbed to a new level, and so early. Pretty soon I'll start having fears about cat-stabbing. *meaning, ready to come down the exit hatch ** for instance, I believe that we will not have any more premature hospital emergencies because Ammon packed overnight bags for me and Elena Post a comment in response: |
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