Attack of Baby Predator

To continue with the rampant silliness of the past week, I showed the ultrasound pics to my brother. He got the strangest look on his face. So I immediately started channelling Tossie from To Say Nothing of the Dog and indulged in disgusting levels of baby talk all abbout "isn't umms the cewwwtest widdle babykins ever?!!" I'm sure it sounded like I swallowed a Lolcat.

Jack pulls himself together and starts with the "oh yeah Nic, it's really cute". Really a valiant attempt.

So we get into the car to drive over to Mom's when I had to give in. I told him not to worry, I know the baby looks like the Predator, and I actually think it's funny.

"Oh thank God," he says, stopping holding his breath. "That is exactly what I was thinking, but I really didn't want to hurt your feelings...or have you hurt me."

I commended him on knowledge beyond his years and marital status, and then we spent the rest of the drive fantasizing about how cool it would be to have a baby Predator in the family. I'm starting to worry people will be disappointed if it turns out to just be human.

You may be nauseous, I am just nauseated

Every time someone in pregnant complains about how "nauseous" she is, I can't help but laugh. I realize it seems to be a popular colloquial usage to use the word to describe feeling sick, but being popular does not make it right. I unilaterally revoke the Humpty Dumpty Law in this case. I don't care how much extra you pay "nauseous", it means "causing nausea", the same as "nauseating".

So, while I will not argue with anyone who claims she is "nauseous", I steadfastly remain merely nauseated.