call me a flower

We're now in Week 27 of the adventure that is, "Waiting for Goldblatt."

By now, the good professor weighs roughly two pounds, which is the equivalent of a head of cauliflower (but, again, much, much cuter). She's also around 14.5 inches long with her legs all stretched out. Not that she has her legs stretched out. That would be pretty uncomfortable for Overboard.

Prof. Goldblatt is sleeping at regular intervals, and when she wakes, she's opening and closing her eyes. I can only guess as to what she thinks of her accommodations, but as of yet, we've had nothing in the way of complaints. Hey, that little girl is more than welcome to fill out the comment card whenever she likes.

Our sources also tell us that the professor may be sucking her thumb or fingers. I hope this is not the case, as I can say from personal experience that once you start sucking your thumb, you're heading down a dark and dangerous path that only leads to orthodontist visits. And no one wants that. Except the orthodontists. And, really, who cares about those guys? With their medieval instruments of oral torture and whatnot. What's that you say? A grudge? I harbor no grudge. I'm sure most orthodontists are lovely people with only the best interests of their clients in mind. But if you run into my old orthodontist, feel free to kick him in the shins. But I digress.

Prof. Goldblatt's brain is quite active (as she considers the pros and cons of a career in dentistry, no doubt), and her lungs have reached the point where they could function in the "real world" if necessary (albeit with some serious medical assistance). I was tempted not to even write that one down, as a number of our friends have had babies born prematurely. While every one of them is doing fine, that's something I'm not interested in going through at this juncture. So, allow me to reiterate what I have said to Goldblatt already: "Keep cooking, little girl. We'll be here when you're ready to come on out."

Finally, Overboard is on the lookout these days for little hiccups from the good doctor. They feel like little tickles, which is highly favorable over full-strength kicks. Or so I'm told.