...Then it won't fit by the end of the week. In my case, however, it was a dress. Packing for a 4-day trip for an out-of-town wedding was not easy, especially when "in-between" regular clothes and maternity. I thought I had planned appropriately when I tried on the dress less than a week before the event. I actually thought it was big! Joke was on me, though, when the day came and the zipper screamed at me. I guess there's no denying it now - it's time for maternity clothes.I pretend like it bothers me but in all honesty, I love being pregnant. I am one of those women that make other women mad. I usually feel great, I don't experience the awful symptoms others do, and - truth be told - I LOVE the belly. Don't be surprised if you see me in a bikini this summer at the pool or on the boat. I have no shame. I also don't mind people touching my belly or talking to my baby. In fact, I love it (unless you are a creepy stranger at the grocery store or a baseball game).
People frequently ask if Deviney understands she is going to be a big sister. If she is asked what is in mommy's belly, she will gladly tell you it's a baby. Although, she did point at her daddy's belly the other day and exclaimed, "BABY!" as she does to me (I think it's a bit early for the "birds and the bees" talk). She seems to be very excited when she sees other babies and she does not get upset or worked up when I hold another. I am fairly confident she has no idea she is going to be a big sister or that her world will get flipped upside down in December, but I cross my fingers the surprise will be a good one for her.
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