Henry has started calling me "Big Momma". At first I was a bit shocked....but I guess at 37 weeks, I am a big....and his momma...so he does have a point. Mark needed to do a long run today because he is doing a half-marathon next week, so I took the kids for a hike. It was really fun...but I am not going to lie...the other hikers had looks of concern when they saw "Big Momma" coming their way. I swear, they worried about the prospect of me going into labor --- could it be the waddle?
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I'll never forget Joe Pinter cowering into the wall when I ran past him in the hallway at 37 weeks. It was glorious.
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