Potential paternity

We're pregnant! Well, mostly Noemi. And how. Yesterday she cried 957 times. Today she ate 957 things. I told her she was a walking cliché. At least I tried to; today is our Italian day, so I said something like "sei un cliché ambulante". The dictionary claims there is no such word as "ambulante". I claim the dictionary is an ass. Che cammina maybe? Ugh. The problems of pregnancy. Noemi is still hungry. I suggest she blogs about it. She suggests she eat a yoghurt.