"No thanks, we can handle it," I smiled back at her and ruffled Bean's hair.
A moment later, she looked up at me again and asked, "So how far do you have to go?"
I was puzzled. "To our car?"
She immediately made an oops face. "I'm sorry... are you not..." and she glanced down at my tummy.
Realization dawned on me. "OH! Oh, yes, I am pregnant. You are the first person who has noticed. I am not due until April. But it's twins, so...."
She congratulated me excitedly and we chatted about the craziness of having three small children at home. (As a side note, she did NOT ask me if twins run in my family, so she is officially my new BFF.)
Then today, as the hair stylist at the kids cuts place was trying in vain to hide Bean's horrific cowlick situation, she asked when I was due.
So I guess it's official: I look pregnant.
Which is good news, because 1) I am pregnant and 2) I thought I just looked fat.
So in response to hints from my mom and outright requests from my friend Al, here is the unveiling of my preggo belly. (I apologize that it's blury. DH was out of town and it took me 20 damn minutes to get a picture that looked even this good.)
Remember that I am about 11 1/2 weeks. Which means I SHOULDN'T REALLY BE SHOWING AT ALL. Yes, there are two bebes in there, and yes it is my second pregnancy. But dude, seriously that's ridiculous.
I didn't take weekly belly pics when I was pregnant with Bean, but I looked through my old files to try to match up bump sizes. I think I'm somewhere between 15 wk 2 d...
...and 18 wk 3 d.