Today, I can finally say what I have been waiting to say for over thirty years. My son has a pancreas! That’s right, this week, his pancreas starting developing steadily. Sweet!
You see, about twenty-two weeks ago, my wife and I began construction on a son. The entire project should take about forty weeks.
Is that my son or a spaghetti squash?
Currently, we are in week 22, and my son is the 11 inches long, and the size of a spaghetti squash! At least this is what BabyCenter.com tells me. I have no idea what spaghetti squash is, but apparently my namesake is one. Now I’m hungry.
My weekly emails tell me that Tommy Boy is starting to look like a miniature newborn. I actually have a mini-me. And he is a spaghetti squash.
Mini-me now has lips, eyelids, eyebrows, and even tooth buds. Apparently, Tommy boy also has a built in sweater. He is covered in a layer of lanugo (hair), which he’ll be sporting until he gains a little bit more weight. Yes, my unborn son is hairier than me.
Want a summary of everything you just read above?
I have helped to create a spaghetti squash-like, really hairy son, who currently has lips, eyes, tooth buds, and a pancreas!
God Bless America.