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I’m incubating a little baby, it seems. It’s been hard to figure out how to write about this as I’ve never been super confessional online. I feel like what happens in my little family is sacred and shouldn’t be shared with strangers. But it’s such a happy thing and I feel like maybe people would like to know what is happening with the baby and I’d like to document it so I’m throwing caution into the wind and will write when I see fit.

So, introducing the fetus Nat and I are calling Cinnamon. I’m not sure where the origin of the name came from but I do know Nat had a guinea pig  by that name growing up. I also feel like it’s a good name for a sassy, overweight stripper and I like the thought of one of those occupying my womb. Like, if I’m overdoing it, I think of it going, “Nuh-uh, girlfriend! You back that ass up right to the couch. Hell to the no!” Or something like that. I am apparently not the best at imagining what my fetus-as-a-stripper would sound like.  If it’s a boy, we’ll switch the name over to Nutmeg — also a good name for a sassy stripper.

This pic is from the nuchal fold scan we had done at 8 and a half weeks to make sure little Cinnamon didn’t have Downs. They can tell by the thickness of the neck and if the baby has a nasal bone or not. Crazy. Also crazy? You know how old the baby is by looking at the centimeters as each centimeter is a week in their age. This only works until 20 weeks but is nature incredible, or what? Also incredible? That nature thinks in meters.