I was in the grocery store a few weeks ago, pushing a cart with my two kids in it, barely maintaining consciousness. I was relying on the grocery cart more to keep me upright than to hold my groceries. I was seriously thinking up contingency plans in the event that I ended up booting all over the produce displays.
I was passing the same woman over and over in the aisles. We would always start the aisle at opposite ends and meet up in the middle. Finally, about three quarters of the way through the store, she taps me on the shoulder and says: "Okay. I give up. How far along are you?"
"About eleven weeks. Is it that obvious?
She said "Honey, your skin is glowing, but it's also really green."
"Do I look that bad, really?"
She tilted her head and smiled a sympathetic smile, one that said "Honey, you REALLY don't want an answer to that, do you?"
She said "Congratulations, dear" as she headed to the checkstand.
So, yeah. I'm due at the end of September. For those of you keeping track, that means that at the end of September I will have three kids under three and a half. If you're the praying type, think of me. I'll be the one at the grocery store, barfing on the broccoli.
i totally smell minivan
Posted by: kat at March 30, 2009 9:26 PM3 under 3 all I can say is Wow!
Posted by: Lisa at April 2, 2009 10:53 AM