Thursday, May 5, 2011

Bump love from the big sister

The great thing about two-year-olds is that they don't judge. Mary Clare loves the bump, even if it does make things a little tight in the rocker during story time.

She pats it. She kisses it. She greets it. But most of all, she likes to remind me that the baby is always with me. You see, I am no longer mama, but rather Mamababy. This, I should mention, is a vast improvement from my previous name, Babymama.

I am not at all surprised by my new name, because at 33 weeks, I am in the thick of this Mamababy-Babymama business. There is no ignoring that bump. A bump that still has seven weeks to grow, I might add.

Oh, well. Just more surface area for Mary Clare to kiss.


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