I was just thinking that by the time you’re seven months or more into a pregnancy, the expression “little bun in the oven” really isn’t satisfactory to describe the amplitude of what you’re carrying. So I was trying to think of something that takes up as much of the space in an oven as a third-term baby takes up in a womb — but quickly realized I’d really rather people not refer to my baby as “your little turkey in the oven.”
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Turkey is exactly what came to my mind as well.
What about something like, “your little 4-layer cake in the oven?”
Mrs. O, we must have great minds. And Barbara, hmmm, I think that idea’s making me a little too hungry.
Perhaps a whole wheat loaf?
Jen, I think that’s one I can live with — my large breech wheat loaf. 🙂
Capon?
I had to go to Google, Jason, where I learned:
“Capon, for those not in the know, is a castrated male chicken. Upon losing its sex drive, a capon apparently just sits and eats in the shade and gets fat and plump juicy.”
Uh, I think I’ll stick with Jen’s large loaf.