Wife is 8 months pregnant now, and we’re closing in on the home stretch. The baby’s room is almost all put together (I refuse to call it a nursery until plants are grown somewhere else) and we have accumulated quite the pile of things needed to raise a human being properly according to the time that we live in’s “experts.” Seriously, how did we survive as a race...
preparations for minion
So Wife is getting bigger, but its a funny bigger. She’s a very small person who is in pretty good shape, so the baby is growing straight out the front of her. If you see her from behind, you wouldn’t suspect that she’s got a baby-sized apartment growing on the other side of her. The youngling has decided that its head should be down, its butt should be in one of her ribs, and...