A few weeks ago, I went to bed a normal human and woke up an anatomical freak. Because there I was, lying flat on my back, and one side of my stomach was literally an inch higher than the other.
Junior scientist that I am, I immediately began gathering observable and empirical data on the anomaly: I poked it. It was roundish! And kinda firm. Also, a little hurt-y. So I promptly called in my research partner, and Michael wasted no time in feeling me up examining the aberration and offering his measured diagnosis.
“I know what that is, and that’s a BABY HEAD!”
“Dude, it’s not a baby.”
“You’re PREGNANT, AREN’T YOU??!!”
“No! Well, not unless there was more to that dream I had about the spaceship and the alien who looked like John Edwards, and I was all, ‘Oooh, Johnny, lemme show ya mah STIMULUS PACKAGE…’ ”
“So it isn’t kicking??!”
“Defs not kicking. Maybe that means it’s Nola’s unborn twin — you know, like a calcified fetus.”
“It’s the boy you wanted! It’s little Cal!!”
“Pffft, you only shoot girls. It’s totally ‘Callie’…”
And right about there I’d started a mental pros/cons list about raising a family on a midway, given my unlimited star potential on the freak-show circuit (con: Tilt-a-Whirl vomit; pro: fried dough!), but on the slim chance the sideshow poohbahs required hard evidence, I also booked an ultrasound appointment.
Ultrasound tech: “Wow, your uterus is HUGE!”
Me: “See, I AM a freak!”
Tech: “It’s just that fibroid. It’s sorta… giant. I mean, it basically doubles the size of your uterus.”
Me: “THAT’S why I can’t get flat abs! Well, that and the back-up liver.”
Tech: “I bet if you get the fibroid removed, you’d totally have a flat belly…”
And I’m all, “GET THE KNIFE,” because while pain is transitory, a vain bitch is forever.
Also, I got this pic of Mike’s pwecious widdle widdums:
You’re welcome, babe.
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Man I was so hoping yo were going to say taratoma.
So are the going to take it out? Laproscopy?
Do tell….
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Hide it before Brangelina tries to adopt it!
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DAYUM!!
It still could be the calcified twin of Nola – you have repeatedly commented on the size of that young un’s head!
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Dunno! My doc’s gotta check the pics, and we’ll talk about what to do. Mike thinks they can just suck it out with a straw and THEN I’ll be amenable to wearing the bikini he’s picked out for me, http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=8P-221090&page=1&cgname=OSSWMVERZZZ&rfnbr=2514, and I’m all, “Dude, if you WANTED to procreate with a pool girl from Caesar’s Palace, that ship done sailed…”
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No bikini should come with a belt charm….
The beach wrap thingy with the hoodie in mustard yellow however….tres elegant and sheik ( double extra shudder)
If he’s doing at home surgery, he up to some at home lipo? I have some post op potato chip lbs to shed..
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