“Next week?” asked the sweet little Asian lady doing my pedicure yesterday.
“I’m sorry?” I said, indicating I didn’t understand her meaning.
She pointed at the enormous growth under my shirt and repeated herself.
“Next week?”
“Oh!” I said “Oh no. Um, next month….or so.”
I’m not leaving the house anymore!
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Dearest Niki -
I just love reading your "LilyBlog". You are so funny! Took me back to the days when I was pregnant with Brenda (and much bigger than I was with Scott). They were building the house behind ours, and precious little Scottie decided to run over there. Needless to say, I thought a construction sight was a pretty dangerous place for a three-year old and so I took off chasing him. God, I was so big and he could run so fast - the construction guys got a big laugh out of our little escapade.
And then the next day Bob was talking to one of the construction guys who had so laughingly watch me chase Scottie and the guy remarked that "he guessed I was going to have the baby any day now". If I could have run and caught the construction guy I would have "killed" him - I still had three months to go!
I love you so very much, dear little mother of Lily - soon to be here
and dear little mother of Maddy - who has brought me such joy!
Love, Mom, Mom-Mom, Joan
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