"You're Due in August??"

Ahh those very words made me feel like a size 2! We are at 5 months - how time has flown - and I have lost weight everywhere. I am even fitting into my prego-jeans and dress pants from when I was pregnant with Gabe as a senior in college. College! I couldn't be happier. The baby is growing and I feel her move more and more everyday. I am loving this pregnancy, and I am loving sharing this experience with Manny and Gabe... 

Gabe is the ultimate helper and caregiver, of any age set of men. I can be sitting at the computer doing some work and he will come over, tap the belly and ask, "Are you OK mom? How's sister?" If I sneeze, he runs in, "You OK?" Often I will be standing around taking care of something and he comes over, kisses the belly and says "Hi sister!" He will be 3 in June; I can't help but be proud of the little gentleman who says "Please" and "Thank You" and cares for everyone and everything he encounters. 

Last night Manny was looking at the belly, the little pooch, the hint of pregnancy, the incubating machine... And in all of his tact, he says, "Your belly is at that awkward stage."

Excuse me? Taking a moment, I decided to take this with a grain of salt. "Would 'warped' be a better way to explain it?" I ask.

He laughs, realizing... 

Yesterday evening we were talking to two relative strangers when for some reason the fact we were expecting a new arrival in August came up. (I can't help it, I am so excited about this baby that I tell everyone within a 300-mile radius.) The man looked and said, "You're due in August?!" 

Ahh success!! I am a cute pregnant mama! Not a big bloated mess or the size of Jupiter! I look good! Yes, these were the vain thoughts running through my mind... You know you have them too.

So now, relief and inspiration to keep on keepin' on.