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Oranges, a Peanut, and Nausea

DrummerWife and myself have taken to referring to DrummerBaby as "the Peanut." This is due to the fact that DrummerBaby is currently very, very small, vaguely peanut-shaped at this state of development, and is currently located in DrummerWife's belly.

The Peanut has been causing DrummerWife the expected nausea associated with early pregnancy. While this is proving to be quite annoying to DrummerWife's dietary schedule, the Peanut has also inadvertently revealed itself to DrummerWife's coworkers by making her take a few hours off of work yesterday morning. It seems that DrummerWife's coworkers are smart enough to put two and two together, and they confronted DrummerMom (who works with DrummerWife) about the status of a potential DrummerMom grandchild. DrummerMom confirmed the Peanut's existence. For some reason, DrummerWife was embarrassed by this information getting out. Whatever. It's a baby. Not vestigial tail.

The Peanut also apparently can't make up it's ganglia whether it wants DrummerWife to eat oranges or not. One morning last week, the very scent of oranges made DrummerWife sick. Today, DrummerWife LOVES the oranges. This is very important to DrummerWife. So much so that I received an email from her today on this very subject. I can't see what the hubbub is, but hey, she's a pregnant woman. Who says anything she does has to make sense, or be relevant?

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