At least that's what Rob's hoping... since I came home to this gargantuan meal with a million billion calories:
I ate half and then Rob tried to feed me ice cream sandwiches and brownies. This happens once a month. Rob doesn't care about my figure. Rob wants a boy. He's fully in support of the study that says if the woman's caloric intake is high around the time your baby is conceived, it'll be a boy. (To me, that makes no logical sense, but whatever.) If eating my weight in fried chicken would improve Rob's sperm-dar (you know, the radar glasses sperm wear) or plump up my endometrium, I'd go for it. But really, I think that would just plump up my midsection.
Woohooo!!! If that's true, then I guess this baby is probably a girl since I was dieting when I got pregnant. We'll see if Rob is right on Friday :-)
ReplyDeleteHello Felicity!! Be sure to enjoy your playdate with Sam!!
ReplyDeleteGood meal, Rob!
Why, hello, Felicity! First, I have to say that I LOVE your name. Second, I fully expect you to be polite to your buddy, Sam.
ReplyDeleteBut, seriously, I'm happy that you posted your picture! I love it!! And I've never heard of this high-caloric theory, but I'm a big fan of it. Wahoo!
OMG! sarah, your idaho roots are showing. 2!!! potatoes? 2? why 2? yucky
ReplyDeletehaha... Charlotte... I only ate ONE potato. Much to Robert's dismay. And it was delicious, you crazy vegetarian that doesn't like potatoes.
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