Love Monkey, p61

"I'm holding the baby. I'm supporting its head and thinking that it's about the size of a loaf of bread. No wonder they say, "She's got a bun in the oven." Karin goes to the bathroom (is she just passsing gas?), and when she's gone I surreptitiously feel around the kid's head looking for the soft spot. It feels pretty hard to me, though. I thought their heads were supposed to be like week-old bananas. Yet another letdown."