The Home Stretch

The Home Stretch

Now that April is here, we’ve officially entered Baby Month. There are 22 days to go, so we’re into the final stretch, which is good because I just cannot stretch any more. My waist is now a staggering (in every sense of the word) 42 inches, which Chris has kindly calculated as 70 percent of my height. A stat like that really warms the heart, I must say. About the only shirts that fit me these days belong to Chris, so it’s probably a good thing that we’re not still working in the same office.

Justin is learning a few new skills (like climbing up on the playground to go down the slide by himself) from sheer necessity; I physically can’t help him the way Chris would, so he’s finding his own way. It bothers me that I can’t do those kinds of things cause it reinforces the idea that Dad is the fun one while Mom’s a bore — and that’s only going to get worse while Mom’s recovering from childbirth. C’est la vie, I guess.

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