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!
Great job on the crib. AND you DO look great!
You look great!!