So according to http://www.babycenter.com, our baby is the size of a large sweet potato this week. I haven't the foggiest how big a large sweet potato is, but I guess it's bigger than a large onion (last week)..., and smaller than a small zucchini(next week) - makes me wonder if I'm growing a baby or a vegetable.
Over my long and exhonerous weekend, Mr. Renn and his mechanically inclined brother disassembled my car, put in a new clutch, and put the whole thing back together again. Apparently a few screws rolled into lost corners because as I was driving on the freeway yesterday a big piece of the plasticy f
orm that lines the bottom of the car / wheelwell dropped and started scraping on the freeway. Oooh that was not a fun sound. I pulled off the freeway and squatted down as low as I can (which is not that far...) and I tied the thing in place with twine - the only thing in my (very messy) car that I could think of. I pat myself on the back for having a messy car that contained random items that can come in handy in the case of unusual emergencies. My makeshift job held steady until I got home and gave Mr. Renn a lecture on how putting things back together means putting all the screws back. Not much of an adventure, but as good as it gets when you're me.
orm that lines the bottom of the car / wheelwell dropped and started scraping on the freeway. Oooh that was not a fun sound. I pulled off the freeway and squatted down as low as I can (which is not that far...) and I tied the thing in place with twine - the only thing in my (very messy) car that I could think of. I pat myself on the back for having a messy car that contained random items that can come in handy in the case of unusual emergencies. My makeshift job held steady until I got home and gave Mr. Renn a lecture on how putting things back together means putting all the screws back. Not much of an adventure, but as good as it gets when you're me....
Tonight is a real adventure. For Valentine's Day, Mr. Renn and I are taking a cooking class together. I let him pick the class he wanted to attend, and Mr. Renn who loves all things that remind him of Mexico picked a class called "Some like it Hot." Aren't I a good sport? Normally I would love this sort of a thing, but normally I'm not pregnant food-hater. I'll be taking one for the team tonight.
2 comments:
That's a funny comparison for babies.
I had the pleasure of the car shield experience while at my friends house. No one was home. I backed up, noticed it, and considered driving over it. After deciding not to I ended up rumaging through their garage (a little scary cuz they weren't good friends) and found some limb clippers. I just clipped mine off. It was really dark and snowy and I didn't even think about trying to reattach it. You're smarter than I was. I thought it was quite a traumatic experience. I drove around with it for a while before I realized that's what the sound was. It's a little alarming.
i hope you give birth to a big healthy tomato.
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