I swear I haven’t consumed a drop of alcohol since finding out I’m pregnant — yet here is a 32-week ultrasound of Baby Girl, looking just like I do when suffering from a massive hangover:
“Make the noises stop! Please!”
Or maybe it’s all that frozen yogurt I’ve been eating. Poor thing’s probably got the World’s Worst Case of Brain Freeze. Wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up giving birth to a bouncing pint of Ben & Jerry’s Half-Baked Frozen Yogurt.