Part I
Three weeks ago today, I was big with child and extremely miserable. The truth, if you must know it, is that I couldn’t even walk, preferring instead to crouch down on all fours and stretch out the aching muscles of my lower back.
At one point, thinking that some gentle rocking might help my sore bottom, I asked Angela to go down to the basement and bring up the exercise ball. She returned promptly and gingerly I eased myself down. “How much do you weigh now?” she asked curiously, and it occurred to me that I must look a lot like Humpty Dumpty sitting there.
“I know!” I said, more than a bit self-conscious. “I look really big, don’t I?”
“But how much do you weigh?” she persisted.
“I weigh about 170 right now.” I watched her carefully but there was no sign of shock, only a curt little nod and her response:
“Oh. ‘Cause that can hold up to 200 pounds.”
To be cont.
So glad she was so concerned for your safety! Gotta love the things children say.
HA! She just wanted her mom to have the proper support! That's so cute.
Very funny. What a good kid to watch out for Mom.
Very funny–Those kiddos are so innocent, they'd never being asking because you were fat or anything….
I read these backwards….I'm that kind of gal….
I LOVE your children!!
LOL too funny!
Truly, she must have been concerned for you and the baby! Hilarious.