Sunday night I walked out of the bathroom and announced to the children that inside my seasoned womb grew a sibling determined to dehydrate me from the inside out. (only jesting about that last part.)
“But mom, HOW do you KNOW that there is a baby in there?” ask the smaller children.
“Because children, I peed on a stick.”
I could tell by the looks on their faces that they were picturing their mother gathering twigs and peeing on them.
“Well, not ANY stick. A magic stick. From the store.”
And that settled it, they were satisfied.
Shortly after that conversation my belly popped out. When pregnant I am a one woman freak show. You will see proof in the photo below.
This photo was taken when I was SIX WEEKS pregnant with miss Violet. I will tell you the story that goes with the photo to illustrate just how cool I really am.
Martha and I flew to a fabric show in Vegas. I swear my amazing belly would grow by the hour and the jeans I put on that morning no longer fit by the afternoon. While eating in the hotel restaurant I undid my jeans so that I could breathe.
After eating, I nonchalantly meandered miles through the huge motel and boarded the elevator to our room with a multitude of other people. The elevator was mirrored on all four sides. That is when I noticed that my jeans were still undone and my belt was clanging merrily askew. Amidst a multitude of people.
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