Heart rate: 158
Estimated weight for little c: 1 pound 4 ounces
Weight gained by the mommy: thank the good, sweet Lord they did not make me step on that evil contraption obviously invented by a man because they don't get pregnant and gain copious amounts of weight because they have an sixth sense that tells them their husband has purchased a multipack of pepperidge farm cookies made especially for holiday entertaining and placed them on the top shelf of the pantry in hopes that he will actually get to eat a few before the hoover his wife has become gets her swollen little paws on them. remember when uma finds the stash of narcotics in john travolta's trenchcoat and says, "Hallo," with a devilish glint in her eye? that's exactly what happens when i see a p farms multipack in my pantry.
and here is the sweet, little one that is apparently growing a fully-functioning four-chambered heart and a brain and all kinds of limbs in the space right below my rib cage. thank you, thank you thank you for this gift!
oh, and in case you are concerned, apparently all babies look like they have the nose of nero at this stage. it might pass. don't you wish you could still touch your nose with your feet?
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