Today marks the 20th week of my pregnancy. I am huge. And healthy. And hungry. I am in the process of making a human, for those of you who are new to my blog. I do this. I make humans. Gestating a human is not something I would recommend to those under a certain age or IQ level. Producing a human should be HARDER to do. Harder, at least, than getting your driver’s permit. It should require a test, too, at the least, don’t you think?
Regardless, the gestating part is an amazing process that requires a versatile wardrobe and 40 weeks of vast amounts of freakishly weird and diverse foods. This week, I have grown out of two pairs of maternity pants, and two bras; and I’ve consumed more meat than I had all of last year, a jar and a half of sweet gherkins, a quart of grapefruit sorbet, 3 grapefruit, probably a pound of instant mashed potatoes, and three-fourths of a chocolate cake.
We’re obsessed with names right now. Or, at least *I* am obsessed. Allen has vetoed the following awesome names I came up with : Sky, Micah, Corbin, and Devon. He likes Owen. Aren’t my names SO much cooler? So, it looks like I need some help!
Send me more awesome names! The winner of the coolest baby boy names contest gets to, errr, name our baby! And we will publish YOUR name right here, on mothermirth. For all 20 of my readers to see! Think of the prestige, the honor….