Voyages of a Babygrower: Babydate, 18 Weeks
Alien Turtle: the Pensinger frontier.
These are the voyages of the Babygrower Pensinger. Her nine-month mission: to explore strange new levels of emotional instability; to seek out larger pant sizes and fried chicken; to boldly go where no Beth Pensinger has gone before.
Beth’s Log: Babydate, 18 weeks.
Sporadically wake up with the Hamburger Helper mitts for hands. Must cut back on sodium intake—can’t fit hand in purse. Grateful for free protrusion-expansion-suits to make lap swimming possible.
Thought I could feel Alien Turtle move for the first time.
Realized gas was more likely. Cringing a little less each new day of slathering gooey cocoa butter on protrusion to ward off stretch marks. Progress.