I was walking with Katie out to the car this morning to take her to school. Our upstairs neighbor, a young, well-meaning newlywed is backing out in her car at the same time. She stops, rolls down her window and says to me, “You sure you don’t have twins in there?”
Sigh. I just say, “So far.”
Rubbing her tummy, she says, “I’m ready and I’m not even pregnant!”
Fantastic. Twelve weeks left- and I’m already more uncomfortable than I ever remember being with Katie. October will be hell.