Chicken Breasts

We were feeling lazy the other night, so we went to Wendy's for dinner.   Apparently, eating inside a fast food restaurant is an amazing treat to our kids.  They were so excited about it.  As we were walking inside, Preston said, "I want one of those things that are like a chicken nugget, except it's really big and it's inside two pieces of bread."  "Um, you mean a chicken sandwich?"  "Yeah, a chicken sandwich.  I want one of those." 

Incidentally, Wendy's fries are not gross anymore.  And the only people who seem to eat inside Wendy's are older couples and construction workers.  And us.

I got a massage today.  It's the first one I have ever had while pregnant.  There were weird pillows that I was supposed to lie down on with cutouts for my belly and my boobs.  The massage therapist was waiting outside a curtain while I got adjusted.  After a few minutes, she asked, "Are you okay in there?"  I finally got settled, and when she came in, she asked, "What was taking you so long?"  It was embarrassing to admit that it was hard to get adjusted in the pillows because my boobs were way too small for the cutouts.  And here I was thinking that I was finally becoming voluptuous.

Where did you get that shirt?

I picked the kids up from Summer Art Camp a little while ago.  It's a day camp that they absolutely love, and I love it because they get to make things for five hours, and I don't have hundreds of cut up pieces of paper on my kitchen floor!  Their cousin Nathan went with him, and he loves it as well.  After they got into the car this afternoon, the following conversation ensued.

Preston:   Mom, where did you get that shirt?
Me:  From home.
Preston:  But where did you GET it?
Me:  I don't know.  I got it when I was pregnant with you or Avery.
Preston:  And it still fits you?
Me:  Yes.  It's made for mommies when they have a baby in their tummy.  You know how my tummy is starting to look like a ball?
Nathan:  My mom did that!  Just a while ago.
Preston:  What?  Wore weird shirts?
Nathan:  Yep.

I Can Tell...

I HATE giving my kids showers or baths.  It hurts my back, and I get all wet.  I feel like a bad mom, but I have absolutely no patience for that.  Luckily, the boys can do it themselves, but Avery has a lot of hair, and she doesn't really cooperate with me.  Today, I apologized for losing patience with her.  She said something like, "It's okay.  You always yell at me in the shower."  But she was still happy, so I guess she's not scarred from it. 

The other day, I was making Preston lunch.  He was standing right next to me, and he said, "Oh Mommy, I can really tell you have a baby in your tummy now."  "Why," I asked, "because my tummy's getting big?"  "Yeah, really big, really REALLY big."

Well, I am pretty big for being only four months along, but what's he going to think when I'm seven or eight months along if he thinks I'm really big now?