Supporting characters:
Kent, husband extraordinaire with, thankfully, a wonderful set of genes including strong cheekbones and the ability to eat anything and stay slim and muscle-y which has been inherited by...
Tallulah, a blond curled, angelic looking four and a half year old with a huge smile and penchant for action. She often, to my dismay, demands to be called a princess-- but only if princesses run, jump, climb trees, defend friends from bullies, and are always right.
Moxie, the baby. Organized and schedule oriented, Moxie will be recieving a drool-impervious day planner for her first birthday. She is bemused by her sister's antics and often hums herself to sleep.
Here I am, 32 weeks pregnant and has my bellybutton popped out? Do I have a cutie outie? No. And its never going to happen. Tallulah was 9pounds, 3ounces and my belly button remained a dark hallway to my soul. What would it take for me to get an outie? A 15 pound baby?
I want my body to be cute and charming: a button nose, ringlet curls, a light sprinkling of freckles. Pregnancy was my LAST chance for adorable foibles. But I am not adorable. I am dark, deep, and mysterious.