Greetings extra-uterine dwellers!
I am Baby Bonk. You may call me “the baby” or “the bonk” or just plain “bonk”. Just do not call me late for gestating. I was super early, thank you. (See Mom’s post about the positive tests.)
I made my television debut this morning and showed off my brand new heartbeat at 139 beats per minute- I am rocking OUT in here!
I am Baby Bonk. You may call me “the baby” or “the bonk” or just plain “bonk”. Just do not call me late for gestating. I was super early, thank you. (See Mom’s post about the positive tests.)
I made my television debut this morning and showed off my brand new heartbeat at 139 beats per minute- I am rocking OUT in here!
BEHOLD THE GLORY THAT IS BONK!
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I still have a yolk sack keeping me company like a sort of embryonic security blanket. I’m told I’ll have to give that up soon, but that I’m getting some cool new toys called a “placenta” and an “umbilical cord”. I was hoping for an iPod, but I guess those other things will do.
Mom is taking me for my very first test next week- something called a genetic screening. I’m freaking out because I haven’t studied and I don’t have any books or Internet access. (Wi-fi does have it’s limits.) Heck, I don’t even have fully formed fingers yet, so I guess I’ll just go in there and hope it’s essay questions I can b.s. my way through. (A method that served my Daddy well at Wofford.)
Speaking of Mom & Dad, they are doing pretty well too. Mom’s been having a little trouble with the hormones. Let me tell you, nothing will shake a fetus out of a deep sleep like early morning dry heaves. Dad has learned to ask the status of her tummy before touching her/talking to her/ breathing too loudly. Dad can also tell you the best places in Lexington to get ginger extract, candied ginger, ginger ale, chocolate milkshakes, or Starburst jelly beans at almost any hour of the day or night.
Mom is taking me for my very first test next week- something called a genetic screening. I’m freaking out because I haven’t studied and I don’t have any books or Internet access. (Wi-fi does have it’s limits.) Heck, I don’t even have fully formed fingers yet, so I guess I’ll just go in there and hope it’s essay questions I can b.s. my way through. (A method that served my Daddy well at Wofford.)
Speaking of Mom & Dad, they are doing pretty well too. Mom’s been having a little trouble with the hormones. Let me tell you, nothing will shake a fetus out of a deep sleep like early morning dry heaves. Dad has learned to ask the status of her tummy before touching her/talking to her/ breathing too loudly. Dad can also tell you the best places in Lexington to get ginger extract, candied ginger, ginger ale, chocolate milkshakes, or Starburst jelly beans at almost any hour of the day or night.
That's all the news from Lake Wombegon! (HA! Wi-fi, no, NPR, yes!) Much love to you all!
The Bonk
1 comment:
Dear little Bonk,
Grandpa and I saw your picture yesterday. We think you are the most talented embryo ever created. You should consider going into show business because you already are doing a wonderful impersonation of a lima bean. I am looking forward to meeting you.
Love,
Granny G.
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