For your entertainment, here’s an exchange I had with another mother after story time at the library this week.
Her: Looking pointedly at my belly, “So how much longer do you have?”
Me: “Longer than it looks like. I’m due October 4.”
Her: Eyes bulging, mouth hanging open, “Oh my. Do you have big babies?”
Me: “Well, Corin was born a little early and weighed 6 lb. 13 oz., so no, not really. I just get big.”
Her: Mumbling, eyes still bulging, “I mean, you look great. I’m just sure you’ll be uncomfortable.”
Me: Smiling as graciously as possible while steering Corin toward the door, “Yes, it will be a long three months.”
Really, I didn’t need this well-meaning mother to confirm that I have hit another growth spurt. Aside from surprising glances in the mirror, the increase in exhaustion and general discomfort has all but assured me: I am getting big. And the third trimester doesn’t even officially start until next week. Maybe I can at least hope it will coincide with a break in the unrelenting triple-digit temps gripping this section of the country.
But there’s plenty of good news. Baby girl is very active, we’ve made some progress on names, and I finished painting the crib this week. I will say this about hand-painting a jenny lind crib: I recommend a sprayer. (Disclaimer: I’ve never actually used one. But I have to assume it would be easier than the pain-staking process of hand coating 52 spindles in one coat of primer and two layers of paint. And it might prevent those couple of drips husband says I should leave but I know are going to eternally bug me.)
At last, something to show for all those hours in the garage!