With this pregnancy, my baby wants fried chicken. But only 2 pieces... and in 2 hours, 2 more pieces (and so on and so on). Baby isn't picky - Popeyes, Chickfila, DQ, or even with waffles.
My friend Cat has a unique psychic ability - she is a baby gender psychic. Cat has predicted a girl. She predicted Grant correctly, and several other babies. We'll know in about 2 months if her abilities are still in tact.
Today I'm in a maternity top and pants. I'm not concealing my belly anymore with drapey, loose clothing. This top is tight and just BEGS strangers to ask "When are you due?"
My friend Hayley is due 1 month before me, but I look like I'm due 1 month before her. The second baby must have it so nice - a luxury suite instead of a shoe box motel. I'll have to be careful - Derek has strong feelings about ladies that get huge while pregnant. He's going to write a book called "Don't Get Fat in the Face - I Don't Want to Look at That." I don't know what kind of chapters it will contain or if it's just a picture book, but this idea seemed brilliant to him last year at the
I'm looking forward to getting more and more round. And I'm really looking forward to dinner with friends this Sunday - all you can eat fried chicken!!!


