A croissant in the oven in France

Our mandarin tree now also has a baby -- we think. It could just be a weed.

Now that I'm pregnant, I've started seeing babies everywhere! Worse, I've started staring at people with babies -- specifically, at their strollers -- in the same way that I walked around gawking at scooters last year. This is what happens when I start doing research. Now I don't just see families and think, "Oh, they have a baby and they're pushing it around," I think, "I wonder how much use they get out of that disk brake on these hills. Wow, so they got the adapter for the handles. I wonder how many months they'll get out of the car seat that goes with that set..."

I'm even seeing babies at the base of our mandarin tree, for goodness sake!

I'm a crazy, crazy baby stalker. But, that doesn't mean that I'm going to become a baby blogger.

I will, however, post a few details here and there. For instance, the ultrasounds in France are far more extensive than the ones in Canada, in terms of seeing detailed images of your baby, but many of the public toilets don't have toilet seats (and are meant for hovering only -- tough with a growing belly!). There are many pros and cons, but the whole experience is all very exciting.

At the moment, here's the French stroller I've got my eye on. And here's the other baby that's been growing in the apartment...