Courgie Boy

We have been into the garden again to harvest some of our crop, and we're so impressed with monster courgette number two that this time we both pose with it, and Tara has a nibble of its skin. Not only has this impressive fruit matched and exceeded courgette number one's measurements, but it has actually caught up with our own fast growing baby boy: 1285 grams. A perfect match with the statistical average that the midwife proclaims every time I see her.




So we pose. "Cheese!" Talking about weight gain and cheese, I've now put on some 11kg (by week 30), which is all I ever put on during the whole of the last pregnancy. It's a bit frustrating. Eating nothing but courgette for the next 2 months seems a feasible option, but luckily Tara dislikes the stuff, so she will do as my excuse.
Courgie boy, of course, is much loved by Tara. He gets a kiss and a cuddle in the morning and she is very careful with her big mummy "because you have our baby in your tummy." Like son, like mother... I'm feeling a bit like a massive courgette myself. Someone tell me - how do I train my big considerate girl to put my socks on me in the morning? And is this anything to do with Tara saying: "I don't like your attitude. I don't like your courgette"?

PS: Enough about courgettes. The third weighed 1900g and I've still not worked out what else to do with it. We'll go with The Smaller The Better for the rest of the season. And for baby's birth.

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