Last night I had a dream about a big baby. I'll spare you the details, since nothing is worse than hearing about another person's dream. I'll only say that the baby was a newborn and that she was huge. Now I'm no dream interpreter, but I think it may be another manifestation of the recent fear I've developed of delivering the biggest baby in the world. It may sound irrational, but the evidence is there, my friends. The facts are these: this rolling, kicking, punching, squirmy mass is trying to break its way free. This baby has run out of room.
A few years ago, while still living in Utah, I remember seeing a news story about a 14 pound baby. It's been awhile, but if I'm not mistaken, they had nicknamed their newborn The Big Burrito. . .or Burrito Grande, as I'm pretty sure he/she was of Latin origin. As every day passes, I become more and more convinced that my new baby girl will be on the news, though I'm hoping we'll have enough good sense to nickname her something less demeaning. I love a good burrito, but come on. The Ginormous Cantaloupe, perhaps? Josh tries to remind me that they cannot, in fact, put your baby on the news without your permission. So tune back in a couple of week, folks, to see if the Towering Cupcake has indeed made her appearance.
3 comments:
I for one am hoping for a big baby, because if she's not a little on the chub side she'll never get to wear what I am bringing to your shower. Selfish, I know. :) You still look fab by the way. I don't know how many pillows you had to stuff your shirt with to take that picture in the last post. . . see you this afternoon.
Hey I think I still hold the record of the family at 10 lb 3oz. Let's see you beat that.
Watch me. Besides, Grandma Pendleton said I was sure to have a big baby. . .because I must've been a huge baby myself. You know, because I'm big.
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