Muffin Top

Me: (pointing to my belly) "Do you think this baby is a boy?"
Jude: "No."
Me: Then what do you think it is?"
Jude: "Girl."
Me: "Really?"
Jude: "How about a dog?!"

I've never been fond of pregnancy. I don't feel "the glow", I'm clumsy, and I don't get giddy about maternity clothes. So I am still wearing my normal clothes that are too small to be at all comfortable. That makes me a veritable walking muffin top these days. Lovely, eh? I'm actually a bit surprised and grateful I'm still pregnant. Having to take care of two boys three years old and under while in this condition is not ideal. Jude knows there's a baby inside, but that doesn't seem to stop him from jumping on or running full force into my gut several times a week for, oh, the fun of it. I'm beginning to think it's his way of showing me affection. Lucky me.

Maybe that's why I think my kids look so yummy and kissable when they are sleeping peacefully. Kwang thinks it's odd that I take pictures of them snoozing, but the positions I find them in crack me up. I know parents usually only post pictures where their kids look cute and gap-ad-like, but we must all remember, I am not one of those parents.