Today, not one, not two, not three, but seven people asked me when I was due. And then they followed my "May 5th" with another glance at the belly and an "oh."
Tonight, when Evan called, I was still grumpy over this, and I asked how his boss was looking, and this is what came from it.
Me: Is your boss huge yet?
Evan: Yeah, like a balloon
Me: What kind of balloon? Mylar, latex, water, what?
Evan: A zeppelin.
I love that man.