Lets be honest here. I’ve never been thin, but up until last week (on the same trip as the awesome father comment) nobody had ever accused me of being preggers. That’s right. A former coworker of the husband’s ran into us at the store, walked up to me with her hand on her belly and said “Oh!!!” in an expectant, congratulatory tone. It took me a minute to process the implication, but as soon as my brain cells geared up I replied, “Oh my God. No. No!!”. She was horrified and so was I.
Since it is clear that something must be done, and fast, I’m glomming on to Laurie’s new Wednesday ritual. Maybe I’ll put something in the side bar so you can support us as we progress, ’cause, as you know, I am not pregnant. Sure, I am with child, but only in the since that my toddler accompanied me to the store. Oh. My. God.