Clearly my maternal instincts haven't kicked in much yet.
I love my little 11 week old prenatal peanut. But really. I keep thinking of the time in college Sahara, then a nursing student, asked me what the difference was between a parasite and a baby. Both take nutrients first, both live inside of you, both come in from outside (well half of the baby comes in from outside, but we'll not go there). The only difference is that I WANT my baby, but I don't want a parasite. Also, once the baby is expelled (much more painfully than a parasite), the sweet thing continues to take food from the host/mom. For eighteen years.
With that said, I couldn't be more happy to be pregnant and growing a little peanut inside of me, so don't take my lunatic ravings as anything but that. :)
Also, I can't wait to start planning the nursery ... for my sweet little parasite.
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Just wait until that little parasite starts kicking!
love it! as I always say: pregnancy is totally sci-fi.
also, I like that my word verification is: a preg
cause you are... ya know... preg
I've been waiting for this post... and it was better than I even expected. Love it.
Enjoy every food stage...before you know it you'll have a carrot inside you and none of your clothes will fit! ha!
Your parasite is lucky! If I were a parasite, I would consider you to be a wonderful host! :)
I'm so glad you remember the most random things i say and then post them for the world.
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