My best friend is 33 weeks pregnant. She came over yesterday to see Lydia and my post-baby belly was bigger than her actual baby belly. That’s embarrassing.
Kitty is confused by it as well. She keeps patting my gut and saying, “Nother one baby in there?” No, dear. That’s just my mush pot.
And as God is my witness, there will never be a baby in there again. I made Mr. Darcy promise that we were done right before I started pushing Lydia out. If I hadn’t been so out of my mind with pain at the time I would have asked for more stuff like new furniture or to knock down my kitchen wall. I’m pretty sure he would have promised me anything at that moment. I will never get that opportunity back, darn it!
In Lydia/Kitty news, Kitty has asked me three times to put Lydia back in my tummy. However, today when Kitty was stealing strawberries out of the fridge, she made a little bowl of strawberries for Lydia. Awww… I think she’ll eventually come around.
And now for some cute: