I am officially 8 weeks pregnant tomorrow. What does this mean exactly? Well, the baby is about the size of a large raspberry with a speedy little heart rate of 150 bpm, insists that I only eat Mexican food & crushed ice (or else he/she will use his or her little powers to induce nausea) & wants everything I wear to be extremely tight in the chest area. Now that you know my personal problems, lets take a look at what this little sprout may look like in the next few years…
Statistically, we can imagine dark hair & hazel or brown eyes, but you never know. To give an idea of what we’re working with, I pulled out a few old photos of John & I to see what to expect.
I hope you have a good idea of what baby Campbell will look like, because we seriously have no idea. The one thing we guarantee is that this little nugget will be loved more than life itself.
This song seems appropriate for Music Monday: