Poor Kid. Life's gonna be rough.
My wife gets these emails about pregnancy, and at week 10, the baby is described as the size of a walnut. This really resonated with me. I have been refering to the little one as Walnut ever since. I can picture him or her at about 10.
"Dad, how did I get the nickname 'Walnut' anyway?"
"Blame your mother, kiddo. It's all her fault."
I can't help it. I really like it, and we don't know a gender yet. What can I do?
Share my trials and tribulations, laughter and pain as I fumble my way around a newborn baby.
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