Lorenzo rips the Velcro open on the blood pressure cuff. “Perfect blood pressure. Welcome to week thirty, day one. This little one is the size of a cabbage. Their eyes can focus. They weigh about three pounds. Mama looks fucking gorgeous.” I cup my considerable belly in my hands. So far we don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl and I want it to be a surprise. From how big I feel, I’m starting to wonder if it’s a baby elephant. Lorenzo has kept up with his research and he knows more about the baby’s progress than I do. I think it’s his way of feeling in control of an uncontrollable situation.
