This is what you can grow in 11 weeks and 6 days

Here is how it happens:
 

OK OK, just kidding. Rob and I weren’t really involved.

Our dear friends Andy and Sarah are HAVING A BABY!!!

It didn’t seem real for awhile, what with them being so far away at the Air Force base in Italy. But there is no denying photographic evidence. I recognize an unborn fetus when I see one.

Is it me, or does that leg look like a giant … you know what? Though I just cannot imagine them with a boy. When I went shopping for a gift, I kept picking up pink things and then would realize we don’t (and won’t) know the sex until little Seabiscuit (as the bambino is now known) is born.

How exciting to see the first photograph of your future son- or daughter-in-law.
(Jamie? Val? Help me out here. I left my AP Stylebook at North Shore Magazine when I quit years ago, and I’m lost without it. How the heck do you punctuate that?)

Now that Rob has finally made an honest woman out of me, we are being harassed (in the gentlest way possible) by many, many friends about our plans for conception. My favorite replies so far:

1) Meh, we did it enough before we were married. Kinda over it now.
2) Are you kidding? I see the UPS guy more than I see Rob.
3) We’re waiting until our marriage starts to get rocky.

And now we can add:

4) Depends on how cute Andy and Sarah’s baby turns out.

Seriously, though. The thing about Andy and Sarah is that, despite the miles between us, we have remained such a foursome that the two couples are practically interchangeable. So if Andy and Sarah do something, it’s highly likely that we will, too.

Eeek.

And, in the words of Rob’s sweet grandmother, also this:

“Babies, babies, babies!!!”