I am six months pregnant now, and most definitely looking the part. At church last Sunday, I got a silent chuckle a dozen times over as women in the ward made eye contact, and then noticed my newly protruding tummy. No one said anything, but it wasn't too hard to guess their thoughts. Random children at the park are much more precocious. I have gotten a number of wide-eyed queries from those in the under-ten category.
Ezra continues to respond to talk of the soon-to-arrive baby. He has started adopting any small, soft cuddly object as his "baby", including a fuzzy fleece blanket that he folds and tucks up under his arm. Sometimes he will rub my tummy and say affectionately, "Baby GIRL." (He has figured out that he is a boy, and baby is a girl). Last week we went to a kid's consignment sale and I got a dozen or so clothes items for baby. Ezra was fascinated; he carried the little outfits around as if he were holding the real baby. I am not sure how his impressions and feelings will change when she actually arrives, but for right now he seems to be romanticizing the idea of the baby.
