is that a squash in your belly, or are you just pregnant?

If last week was Week 21, then logic dictates this must be Week 22.*

Professor Goldblatt continues to percolate in Overboard's belly and is now roughly 11 inches, or the size of a spaghetti squash. She probably weighs about a pound, and is starting to look less and less like a giant pink raisin and more like a newborn, as her lips, eyelids and eyebrows become more distinct. She's even got tiny tooth buds beneath her gums, just waiting for the day when she can start teething. Why? Because she already senses how much her parents love screaming infants and drool.

Goldblatt's eyes are formed, but they still lack pigment. I wonder if she'll have blue or green eyes, just to be different, but I suspect she'll conform to our family protocol of brown eyes. But you never know. Goldblatt could be a rebel. Settle down in there, young lady.

In Overboard news, she's generally feeling good and even purchased a full body pillow this weekend to try and help with the whole "sleeping on your side" thing. Unfortunately, Overboard loves to sleep on her belly, so the whole "no belly, no back" rules of pregnancy are a bit rough on her. I hope the pillow pans out for my sake. Somebody can be a real grump when she's not had a good night's rest. Not that I'm naming names or anything.



*This is why I'm in charge. Because I can figure out complex higher math.