Sweet Potato

The baby is now the size of a sweet potato. At least that's what Heather said a week or so ago. For all I know, the baby is now the size of a rugby football or a canned ham. We find out the gender in a few days. But we're not going to tell. Or we are. One of the two.

Why are sizes always given in terms of food?

So, at 17 weeks, Baby Curiel is the size of an onion. It's true. Some might even call it a "Bloomin' Onion". But not us. Not unless Outback Steakhouse is going to buy ad space on this blog.