You Know You’re Pregnant When…
I’m officially pregnant. I mean, really officially pregnant. How did I come to this conclusion after 5 months of watching my stomach balloon, my feet ache and my cherished wine off limits? Because today Ladies and Gentlemen, someone finally gave their seat up on the subway for me!
I was heading into Manhattan on a packed car. Standing room only. A seat opened up and the woman standing next to me turned and without hesitation, asked if I wanted it. She was much older than I, so I knew she was offering because she thought I needed it more than she did. Hallelujah. I don’t just look randomly thick and puffy anymore. Now my appearance has a purpose. And I will use it to my full advantage. Time to get out the tighter fitting tops and get this baby bump to work for me.
Baby boy, you didn’t think you were getting off scott free did you? No sir, mama is putting you to work.
By the way, Little Leroy is the length of a squash now. Grow boy, grow. We’re halfway there!