dearest daughters & son

pregnant and perplexed

Being pregnant affords me the luxury of no longer being self-conscious about my body. Yup. I've got a bulge there. If you've seen me some time in the past year you also know that I'm not a bumpy person and the bump is abnormal. Of course, you and I both know that the bump isn't quite the actual baby yet. It's my organs and fat that are being pushed up and out because of that growing baby. Nevertheless I'm embracing the pregnant "look".

My sissy bought me a dress that accentuates this look and I wore it to Target today. It's NOT a maternity dress. It's a super cute strappy, magenta sundress with a severe v-neck and flowiness that goes out from under the bust. I'm wearing a tank top under it, of course, because naked decolletage in said v-neck would invite inappropriate attention focused on the region below my neck and above my bump which has also "benefited" from pregnancy. Though, we're talking major benefits, so even a tank-top doesn't entirely hide what I have going on.

So, I wore this dress to Target to pick up some things. It made me look both pregnant and cute. On my way to check out I walked past a group of late teen/early 20s boys posted between the cosmetic and juniors clothing sections. A strange place for a group of guys to be, I thought. Until, as I passed I heard: "Dang. There's some hot girls at Target today." To which another responded, "Dude. She's pregnant." Then, "No she's not. Go ask her." The murmurings of encouraging this action faded as I continued past. A few moments later a couple of them approached checkout lane number ten where I had found the shortest (!) line. They lingered at the front of the store right in front of the check out as if they were waiting for someone to finish checking out and they conversated. I did a great job of what I've always done in public which has helped and hindered me in my history. I this case it helped: I looked unapproachable, avoided eye contact and successfully averted attention. So, they didn't ask. I paid and left.

I'm not sure whether I should feel glad that I'm still "hot", honored or offended that I look pregnant, or just impressed that a group of guys could correctly identify a pregnant woman.

the "look" if you were curious

I promise it's not a food baby. I haven't eaten since 12pm. Oh! Except for those 4 red vines around 2pm.

Expecting a human.

Not that she outed us entirely, but since my mom announced her newly expected grandchild on her blog, I'll assuage your worries. No. Kevin isn't expecting. Nor Mr. Moderator who already has three girlies. Nor my sister who has her hands full with Ava the Monkey.



It's me. But it's beadle's fault. Or at least that's what the OB said ("The secret to being a good father? Three words. It's my fault.")



My nieces have decided on the name. Igloo if it's a boy. Ice Water if it's a girl. We're just hoping it's a healthy human. It has a heartbeat. It has arms and legs. And a head. We're pretty sure it's human.