My mother sent me baby book information today: “You were born at 11:37 pm, Tuesday. At five weeks you were 6 lbs., 20.75 inches long. At 2 months you were 8 lbs. 11 oz.”Of course, I used the new found knowledge of my time of birth (nobody’s ever been able to “quite” remember) to calculate my astrological chart. An important thing to do when you’re 8 months pregnant (not really), and for the most part, I found all my signs, houses and what-not’s to be self-indulgently satisfying and pretty accurate (I like to switch jobs, I am a little too opinionated to be fun for most people, I have trouble expressing anger and am quick to criticize. I work well alone, like fiction and can research something into the ground. No real surprises.)So, anyway—now that I know all about myself, here’s a few photos of our last trip to Southampton. It’s been awhile—so use your imagination (and I’ll try to post soon) new bump pictures, for those of you that are interested.
As for the bump called Alice, she is growing nicely. At 33 weeks she’s running a little on the small side (she measures more like 31 weeks, but as my mother’s measurements indicate, I was a tiny gal too), but everything else looks great.
I bought her a stuffed pig this week so that she could get nice and big. And, breaking from my usual, I fed her some pizza and French fries, which will just make ME bigger, and not Alice, but if you can’t indulge a little at 8 months, when can you? I assure you, it will be all quinoa and whole grains for the rest of the week, so that Alice can actually get healthy goods in there, too.
And here’s Kitty Viv killing the same piggy. I think she’s going to LOVE baby.