The girls and I cuddled up in my bed last night to read a bedtime story. My ungainly figure kept getting in the way, and as I struggled and heaved and tried to find a comfortable spot, I grew frustrated and exclaimed, “I’m just a bowling ball!”
“No you’re not,” Cate reassured me.
“They’re little. You’re big.”
Looking forward to the next twenty weeks, (and I do mean that),
I love your kids funny stuff! I love even more that you share it! God bless you!
Your sacrifice is must appreciated by that little one inside you. 🙂
I hope you write all these down. My daughter once asked my why my boobs hang down to my belly button. I wanted to die, but I was 9 months pregnant and just smiled and laughed.
That is so cute!
(And I bet your belly is too…post some more photos!)
🙂 There’s the smile I needed today – thanks Margaret! 🙂
~Jenny
this is the smile i needed today! thank you margaret. (i miss you!)
My 4 year old said – “mum, you are nice and cuddly with your fat tummy – better than all the bones”!! See – there is a positive side to the discomfort!
I have a picture of myself 8 months pregnant with #6 (at age 43)–ENORMOUS! I dug it out last year to show a young woman afraid she was getting too fat in her first pregnancy. We had a big laugh, and she did regain some hope since I’m no longer quite so big. 😉