Voyages of a Babygrower: The Man Who Impregnated Me
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, 34-ish weeks.
Jerimiah’s thoughts on my new sleeping necessities (pictured below): “Well you just keep getting sexier.”
Husband has been the perfect mix of gentle and entertaining through the whole baby-growing experience. Love hearing his re-assuring voice calm my sometimes spastic demeanor. Love that he wants to feel our daughter move every chance he gets and makes me laugh so hard I snort. Can’t help but think he’s going to be a great dad.
Wanted to take a progress pic of him, but figured it would sort of be anti-climactic. Speaking of progress pics, next blog will hopefully show our daughter’s new crib. And by crib I mean room. Until next time. 🙂