Monkey Boy, excited and intrigued by my pregnancy, has taken a great interest in the development of the baby.
Every few weeks he checks out the book I occasionally read, just to see what is happening.
And every couple of days he comes over, places one hand gently on my belly button and another gently on my back.
He steps back, hands apart, and informs me “this is how fat you are now”.
And I keep replying that I’m not “fat” I’m getting “bigger”. Well, the baby is, causing me to be.
Obviously a vulnerable day, we go through the same routine, hand on belly and back, and this is how fat you are, and I reply, grumpilly, “I’m not fat!!! There is a big difference between “fat” and “pregnant” and not only that, it is potentiallly fatal