I was wearing what I thought was a fairly cute short-sleeve sweater with an empire-waist cut.
Until Z piped up with, "Mommy, I think there's another baby in your tummy going come out."
So I ask Josh, "Does this top make me look pregnant?"
"Um, I wasn't going to say anything, but..."
That's all I needed to hear. I handed him Baby A and headed upstairs for a wardrobe change. Because I am not pregnant. But she is and she wants to be.
