Well, it happened....

Today Annalise and I went out to lunch with my dad and my stepmom. After lunch we went to Graeter's ice cream, a regional business originating in Cincinnati with really marvelous ice cream *and* a fun indoor playground. While Anna was playing and I stood there watching her, another mom came up and asked me when I was due. Now, this is a good thing, because I *am* 19 weeks pregnant, right??? But I was embarrassed. I said haltingly, "Well, not until December, but I look big because I'm a heavy person." She said she thought I looked beautiful and went on to ask if we knew what he was, and to congratulate me on having a boy. She was very friendly and told me what a blessing he was, especially after I told her how long it took us to get him.

So I am left feeling glad that this pooch I call a belly is looking like a baby, but chastened to realize that really I am just fat looking, not really pregnant. It's hard to explain. I mean, I *know* I look pregnant, but I think I look "more than pregnant", if you know what I mean....it's not coming out right.

On a happier note, I had ordered a BUNCH of gently used maternity wear from another online mama and they arrived today. It's mostly fall/winter things, but I tried on one of the skirts and oh, it felt so good to have that little stretchy belly panel instead of just having on some of my "big" clothes from before I had lost weight. I got a really good deal and will be able to resell everything when I am done using it and probably be able to end up making a profit on it all. Lucky for me she wasn't interested in selling it on Ebay herself. :)