20 weeks and counting, my friends.
D's old enough, that I get questions like:
How does the baby come out? Out of your belly button?
Down by your toe?
My answer: God brings the baby out.
I mean really, do I need to go further than that with a 3 year old?!
I think not.
And the answer seemed to satisfy him.
(And though his comments about the size of my belly don't bother me,
I do hope that when the belly gets smaller again,
he feels the need to point that out to the world too!)