Monday: “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”
My team’s coffee talk this morning? The b’s of baby blankies, binkies, boppies …Have you ever noticed that all things baby are nonsensically composed of “b” words?
My official non-due date is December 29, 2013.
In celebration, we’ve decided to have a baby bash basically benefiting the beauty of becoming nobabysmama.
Just in case – you can browze http://www.bel-bambini.com/ for a bumpin’ bombin’ baby basket.
Bash details will be forthcoming – so don’t worry. You will be invited.
(Funny business aside, there will be a celebration. A donation celebration for multiple causes to which you can personally select and graciously contribute toward.)
Wednesday: Avoid the panty flash
Little Nomama’s baby is already growing fast with a jaw, cheeks, eyes and a button nose. The little heartbeat is 80 times per minute, but still no sign of a cute little tongue.
(Thanks to Georgie for the tribute to Week 5 – adorable!)
I wonder how tall my nomamasbaby will be?
At birth I was 5 pounds, 2 ounces. I’m currently 5 feet, 2 inches.
As a baby, I was about nine inches long. Which, is ironically the length of my forearm.
Gotta wonder – does your weight at birth equal your height as an adult?
Afterall, I’ve heard that your forearm is the size of your feet and your arm span equals your height.
I obviously feel need to test this theory- immediately.
I strip off my heels and contort myself – in my office – into a very non-professional pretzel. Then, It dawns on me…
I. Forgot. To. Close. My. Door.
There I am- in a skirt -with with my heels off and my foot on my forearm when someone pops in to say “hi!” (as if they didnt think I was weird enough).
Luckily, my back was facing the door. And luckily, I like this someone.
Phew! I avoided the panty flash. God forbid you share a panty flash with someone you don’t like.
The First Lesson Learned: Make sure you like the people you work with. And, they at least pretend to like you.
This is most essential when you’re caught in a skirt barefoot and backwards in a swivel chair with both feet contorted off the ground on your forearms with open office doors AFTER talking to them about the height and width of your bloggy non-baby.
The Second Lesson Learned: If you dont like the people you work with, panty flash to your hearts content.
Thurs – Sunday: Genes. Did I mention genes?
My father gave me a gift that just “keeps giving” – kidney stones. So, Week 6 is cut short.
Makes me wonder how all those babymamas out there do it. How do they find the strength to care for their little ones when sick?
Yet another perk of being nobabysmama – I get to rest.
Then, go on a long vacation.
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