Week 7

I forgot to add that the baby’s due date calculates out to March 6, 2009.

And according to the Boss the conception day was Friday the 13th. How appropriate!

We’re going camping this weekend. I’m a bit apprehensive because (a) I’m tired and don’t really feel like going camping,  (b) she’s tired all the time,  (c) she’s nauseous much of the time, and (d) she’s getting cravings. Not what I think will add up to a good time to be out in the bush surrounded by trees and bugs and critters that may cause her concern, like squirrels and bears.

Actually I find myself worrying about all the bad foods, environmental toxins and chemicals that she should be avoiding to protect the gnidge growing inside her. I specifically pick out the lowest concentration of insect repellent for the camping trip. And I try to restrain myself from nagging her about what she eats and drinks.

It’s easy for me to criticize as I’m not the one housing the little space alien smurf.