why do I have to be defined by my kid? I haven't even had him yet but at the party we went to last night it was the ONLY thing people wanted to talk to me about. I want to know about their life - can I live vicariously through you, please? We are boring. Handsome was pretty cute - he's all proud of painting the room and putting together the crib and changing table.
also, friends generally touch my tummy. that's ok to me. it's a light little touch and they are just happy for me. tonight at the SB party this friend of Handsome's was practically beating my stomach. I had to say to him the first time - ouch, that hurt, please don't touch so hard. the next time he hit my tummy so hard it jiggled. ouch. his "touching" privilages have been removed.