24 weeks. More than halfway there.
I can't believe how big I look in pictures. In real life. In general.
Evan's boss is due the same day as me (and set to deliver at the same hospital with the same doctor - I'm pretty sure that I could take her out, if, well, if push comes to shove, and we had to fight over which of us gets to deliver first) Anyway, I always ask him how she looks.
"Does she look pregnant?"
"How is she carrying?"
"Is she bigger than me?"
Now, as any man knows...there is no correct answer to the last question. If he says yes, it implies that he thinks I am big. If he says no, then it really implies that he thinks i'm big - possibly the biggest thing he's ever seen. And so, he usually hangs his head and pretends to be gravely busy in whatever activity he was currently doing, such as pulling fuzz from the quilt, or studying the newest stain on the carpet.
I made the passing comment that I feel like a walrus. And now the Beatles song has been hovering around our house for about a week now.
GooGoo GaJoob, kids.
2 comments:
(((bellyhugs))) :D
you are BEAUTIFUL! both of you. :) You don't look big, my girl...you just look, well, pregnant. lol.
I can't wait for may. what a great month we will have. I should start sewing the mini patchwork clothes now just to torchure evan (since, really, what's more fun than tourchuring evan?).
love you!
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