Big

This photo is pretty dorky but I haven't taken any of me with the giant belly.

I started to write this post at week 20 but here I am at week 27 and the above photo is week 26. My belly was gigantic at 20 weeks. It's enormous at 27. A woman at the post office asked me if I was having twins. And the cashier at Target: "You're due in July? Me too. You are way bigger than me." Too true, too true. From Chipotle: "You are the tiniest pregnant lady!" Wow, that's a change in comments. "When is the baby due?" Uh not until July. "Oh. You have a loooong way to go." So, strike the tiniest part I guess. One advantage of the baby being cantilevered over my feet is that he isn't squashing my diaphragm or kicking my ribs. The bright side, right?

A few months ago, Addie said my stomach was going to get so big it was going to explode and then I would die. Poor girl started to cry and said she wished she had never thought that and now she was sad. I reassured her that my stomach was not going to explode and that the doctor said the baby was healthy.

Addie is definitely playing the responsible Big Sister role. She has told both Cap and I separately that the new baby is "going to be a lot of hard work. Mommy has to watch the baby and Daddy has to watch Eliza." I told her we would all take care of Addie too and still play lots of fun games, do projects together and read books. We are a family and we can help each other out. That's what families do.