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Looking at a small picture of Loobylu’s Amelia-Joan made my uterus shudder. That is, if I had one.

Reeling from the effects of imaginary estrogen, a list our (again imaginary) baby’s physical attributes forms in my head. You know, whose eyes and whose nose and whose hair etc. I’m not that crazy to do the whole photoshop face-merging exercise.

Yet.

Anyway, here’s the list:

Yeah, the results of the list shocks me as well. It’s almost as if I’ve lost all male inclinations of passing down my genes. Then again, I wouldn’t have chosen to marry the girl I didn’t think we the absolutely most beautiful person on the face of the planet now, would I?