The Blob

Do you remember "The Blob"?? The horror film?? Yes, I watched it as a child. A young, impressionable child. You're thinking to yourself that this answers a lot right now, aren't you?

Turns out I am pregnant with the blob. It starts small, and feeds on you until it grows enormous and unstoppable. . . . you get the idea. I might be obsessing over labor and delivery a little. Only a little. Just a tad bit. It's not like I didn't know that was the ending.

Regardless, it's a pretty cute little blob. Complete with choo-choo-choo-choo-choo. I'm pretty sure I haven't heard a sound on earth that is prettier than that little choo-choo. Maybe the first cries, those are pretty priceless.



We are calling it a "he" so that it softens the blow for Gracen just in case. So she is used to the idea. She is holding a small candle of hope. But it's a pretty feebly flickering flame.