24 Weeks, 5 Days: Mom's Big

This is a post about Mom. She's fat. There's hardly any room to sit on her lap these days and when she carries me, her stomach is always in the way. She was in the elevator at work today when some stranger-dude said, "Oh, you're almost there," pointing at her stomach. If "almost there" means more than 15 weeks to go, then - yeah - she's almost there. I guess her work dresses (aka circus tents) are not very slim-ifying and making even the opposite sex brave enough to comment on her large girth.