I have developed a new addiction to replace alcohol. I am insatiable for knowledge about pregnancy and how the baby is developing. Strictly speaking its a cluster of cells known as an embryo that will graduate and become a proud foetus. I can't carry on calling it a foetus though. It sounds like I'm talking about frogspawn or a biological experiment. One of my pregnancy books says that the embryo is about the size of a peanut by now. From that moment on my little cluster of cells becomes known as 'Peanut'.
'Well I've solved the baby naming dilemma then', I announce beaming.
'Isn't it a bit early for that?' asks Special Bloke disinterestedly as he strains to see the T.V.
I move out of the way. 'Peanut!' I smile.'Peanut is the baby's name!'
'Great! You beauty!' yells Special Bloke as he leaps off the sofa.
'I think its great too!' I yell, thrilled that Special Bloke is as happy as I am.
He hugs me and spins me around. 'If they keep this up, we'll be in the final! What a goal! He kisses me.
Peanut it is!
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