Oops, I Did It Again!
Well, after promising not to disappear I did it again. Oops! What can I say? I’ve had company, was spoiled rotten at a perfect baby shower, got sick, and to top it all off I’m EIGHT months pregnant and TIRED!
But I am back today, so let’s get back in the swing of things with a story that shows you how … um … smart (?) I am.
A couple of months ago, Ricky and I started noticing that when I would sit up from lounging on the couch my baby bump would get a bulge in the middle.
“Is that the baby?” we wondered.
We assumed that it was and we started spending lots of time on that little bulge. We talked to it, Ricky kissed it, we stroked it—it was a very spoiled little bulge.
About a month ago I pointed it out at a doctor’s appointment and said “That’s the baby, isn’t it?”
The doctor, God love her, managed not to laugh at Ricky and me (until she left the room, I’m sure) as she explained that no, those were actually my stomach muscles. My baby bump forces them out a little bit causing the bulge.
So for several weeks, Ricky and I were lavishing all that attention on my stomach muscles???
I hope Little Ricky wasn’t jealous.