That phrase absolutely tickles me, to say that a woman has a "bun in the oven" if she's pregnant. It leads to some funny imagery, as recounted by the woman at the 1:16 mark:
Reminds me of another food-pregnancy analogy made by one of my heroines, the incomparable Carrie Fisher:
Someone's summered in my stomach
Somene's fallen through my legs,
To make an infant omelet,
Simply scramble sperm and eggs
- from her book "Wishful Drinking"
What is it about babies and edibility? More than once I've found myself thinking "That baby is so cute that I want to eat it!" Wh do I feel that way? I don't even eat meat, or literally wish to consume infants and yet this phrasee is the most apt one for the way I sometimes feel. And cannabalism is generallly frowned upon, and maltreatment of babies-- born and unborn (fetus'? fetuses? fetii?)-- is similarly discouraged, to say the least.
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