Lately, I feel like my belly skin has stretched about as far as it will possibly go. People around me are so encouraging on that note.
My husband, smiling and indicating with his hand several inches in front of me: "You have this far to go!" Splendid.
Ladies at church, knowingly, who have birthed several kids each: "Ahh, this is where the stretch marks come in." Lovely.
But of course, it's all for the most delightful cause, so I can't complain. I'll just watch it grow and grin at the evidence that every day our little boy is getting bigger, stronger, and more ready to be born into the world—and to hold in our arms.
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