The Avocado

Avocado, 2012

When my sister in law was pregnant, she'd occasionally send along emails from those services that tell you which fruit or vegetable the baby is that week (among other bits of useful info.) For whatever reason, we found the avocado week especially amusing, and persisted in calling her unborn child The Avocado for the rest of the pregnancy. Some weeks are truly alarming... like pineapple week. Ouch.

An avocado seems just ideal, thankyouverymuch.

Well, I have officially reached avocado week.

Our first anatomy scan was a hold-your-breath kind of affair, particularly as I haven't been feeling really very pregnant in a consistent way. Well, except for the crying jags.

But it's also been a beautiful week for walking around the city and appreciating its Gotham-ness. How cool it is to live here...

This weekend, the L train is down for repairs and I'm just fine with that. I will be enjoying walks/decaf lattes/sleep and the like. Hope yours is equally action packed.

Madison Square Park, 2012