Thursday, January 05, 2006

I didn't sleep a wink.

Last night Will and I were talking about the frogger, as we are wont to do. I'd been thumped and exclaimed on it (something like, "Well hello, Froggy!") and Will asked if the baby had kicked. I said I didn't know what it was doing, maybe building a castle with blocks or at least rolling over. Then I admitted that I still think of the baby moving like a fish, even though it is all human-shaped now and everything. And then...and then Will said something so horrific that I can barely stand to speak of it. He said that he pictures Froggy as looking quite a bit like this on a spindly, wrinkly little body. Which, of course, is almost certainly accurate and now I will have nightmares for the next 20 weeks or so.