Half a Banana

That's how much my niece or nephew weighs, snug inside my sister-- five or six ounces. (I'm going to have to pick out a non-gender specific name for this kid, so that I can bond with it, and also because I am a lazy broad who is weary of typing "niece or nephew.") BabyCenter.com says that he/she already has fingerprints, and if you push against my sister's stomach, the baby will root around looking for lunch. Which sounds like a really mean thing to do to half a banana.

I told Julie to be careful with the music she's listening to. When my cousin's wife was pregnant, she listened to a lot of Faith Hill and Tim McGraw, and very soon after Kaitlyn was born she started kicking and moving around whenever she heard their voices on the radio. I think that's fascinating. Also terrifying: This means that you're not safe from those two even in the womb.


October 3, 2006

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