Thursday, September 06, 2007
At 40 weeks. Yes those are my toes clear down there. I had to lean way over to include them in the picture.
This baby is so polite. She's waiting until I got the 2 oldest off to school and signed Colin up for library story time and Mommy & Me playgroup. She waited until her Dad got through his first week at school and a hectic week at work. I think she's even waiting for me to get the house cleaned and some errands done, so kind.
My favorite conversation this pregnancy has been:
"Is this your first?"
"No, my fourth."
Looks of horror, embarrassment, shock, not knowing what to say next, but inevitably they all come up with some version of this line,
"You must have been a child bride."
And I smile and say, "I'm just older than I look."
I take it as a compliment and I admit I get a secret pleasure out of shocking people.
Lately the conversations have been like this:
"When are you due?"
And then they physically recoil, look at me with fear like I'm unstable explosive material ready to explode from the belly and shoot guts and blood and other unmentionable liquids all over them. It's a good visual.