The Darndest Things

The other day, I picked Jack up from preschool and told him I had something exciting to show him: Pictures of the new baby!

Jack's teacher offered her congratulations and we stood there chatting about the pregnancy for a few minutes, which was a little uncomfortable because I was now holding Jack, equating almost 40 pounds of dead weight balanced on one hip.

Then things got a lot MORE uncomfortable.

The teacher asked Jack a question about the baby, and he told her that he could feel it growing inside my tummy.

And then he reached over and began to lovingly pat and caress MY LEFT BOOB.

Um, a little lower, kid.

Bless that woman...she TRIED to keep a straight face for my sake, but this was too great a test for her professionalism and she dissolved into embarrassed giggles. All I could do is shrug, red-faced, and say "Kids! Don't they say the DARNDEST things?" And then get the hell out of there.

(In Jack's defense...ok, yes, my boobs ARE getting bigger. But STILL.)

Ah, the daily little indignities of pregnancy. Care to come along for the ride?