...that you're starting to look REALLY pregnant. Well, other than the obvious and symptomatic ones that is.
1. When you pass people in the hallway, or going in/out of doorways, their eyes hit on your belly before they meet yours.
2. You've begun to consider the walk to the gym as part of your actual workout.
3. The girls in the locker room avoid the lockers around yours, as if your pregnancy is contagious or infectious somehow. At least it means I get more bench space.
4. Not sure which is worse, the fact that random strangers have started to ask when I'm due, or being asked by colleagues every other day, "now, when are you due again?". It's like they think I'm going to pop any second and they want to plan their escape route.
Just a quick sample of the "flavor" of the shower. Here's a crowd of Meyer-associated women taking pictures of me with the cake. Grandpa, my Dad, and Rew are around too, but somewhat outnumbered. Age range of crowd= 1yr to 80+yrs.
Check out this beautiful blanket that my Grandma cross-stitched for il bambino. I'm afraid to use it- I would feel horrible if some misc baby...substance...got on it. I guess that goes with the territory.
A view of some of the booths and the parade of dogs walking around the pond.
This dog's name was Midnight, and she was really good at jumping...
Case in point! Andrew had fun with the fancy action shot options on our new camera. He took about 130 pictures in well under an hour.
