Step Too Far: Ruined By Him
Back in the first trimester of my pregnancy, Libby came across an article online that showed the size of the baby's growth in utero compared to different fruits – lime, lemon, orange, grapefruit, watermelon, and so forth – so they took to calling the baby by whatever the fruit-of-the-week was.
"The baby is definitely not a lime anymore," I say, running my hands over my belly.
I don't know what size the baby is right now, but my guess would be watermelon.
Maybe even pumpkin – but one of those super giant pumpkins, the kind grown to win a prize at a state fair. That’s what is currently pressed up against my bladder right now, shoving its little pumpkin toes right into me.
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