Why We Compare Babies to Produce: Literal “Fruit of Your Womb”
One of our nurse midwives, Laura Hazely, is ‘in the family way’ right now. If you haven’t noticed, next time you see her, feel free to pet her belly and ask her if it’s twins. She loves that.
She was musing about how the app she’s using to give her gestational milestones (like “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” something similar) told her the other day that her baby was the size of a scallion. And a while back, it told her the little one was the size of an endive.
So, she’s learning a lot about vegetables during this pregnancy, if nothing else.
What is an endive? Does it like to cuddle?
We have to assume they use produce as size comparisons because they’re common, well-known, universal items that we can all easily visualize. But…are they? Maybe they are in some cultures or parts of the world and we’re just kind of endive-naive around here?
Also, a scallion?? Like just the one lone skinny onion bulb with green flimsy stems coming off of it, or a bunch of scallions?
She reassured herself that they’re just trying to give her an idea of the length of the baby at this phase and that it’s not a reflection of the baby’s zestiness or a prediction that the baby will come out with green hair or anything.
Although, we agreed, adding a baby to a family surely does add flavor to the baked potato of life.
If we used something other than fresh fruits and vegetables to envision babies during pregnancy, what would it be? Maybe sports balls? Like, was a ping-pong, is now a baseball and soon will be a softball? Or, maybe, Starbucks drink sizes? Baby was Tall a few weeks ago and is working his way toward Venti? I suppose, we could always just use inches/centimeters, as in she is currently “yay big,” but where’s the fun in that?
Secretly, we suspect that they started using fruits and vegetables to remind pregnant women that they should be eating more fruits and vegetables during pregnancy. Notice, it’s not, “Mrs. Smith, your baby is now the size of a tater tot and is quickly on her way to being a Whopper Jr.”
Good, then. I think we’ve solved that mystery. Congratulate Laura on her gourd the next time you see her.