We are at T minus five weeks and counting on this second-baby adventure. I am reaching critical mass. My stomach enters the room five minutes before I do. In fact, my stomach is SO huge that I bruised it by drilling my midsection against a desk at school, and I couldn't even see it was bruised until I looked in the full-length mirror yesterday. Try explaining THAT to your OB/GYN.
Today I put on a stretchy gray dress and a little white sweater for our first "real" day with all the kids. Then I walked into the room and said to my husband, "Warren! I look like a whale!" He said, "Isn't there a whale character on SpongeBob? You look like her." It's true. I look like Mrs. Puff. I walk like H.R. Pufinstuf. And I breathe like Darth Vader after I walk up the stairs. Yikes.