At 23 weeks, Spanky Lulu weighs a little over a pound, which is about the weight of a large mango. She is still about a foot long. Which totally reminds of those super annoying new Subway commercials for the $5, the $5 foot long…
According to Baby Center, “Loud noises that become familiar now — such as your dog barking or the roar of the vacuum cleaner — probably won’t faze her when she hears them outside the womb”
I am hoping that this really means that if Spanky Lulu grows accustomed to the vacuum cleaner now, she will arrive all ready to vacuum and do other chores around the house.
In other news, the rash is getting better. It’s still kind of itchy and unpleasant, but it’s way better than it was. That’s the last time I mock the infusion of nettles.
Spanky Lulu has also undertaken an extensive routine of acrobatics. She is particularly fond of kicking me when I am hungry. It’s like hitting someone when they’re already down. It’s not like I don’t already know that I am ravenous.
