A would-be stay at home mom working full-time as a teacher. I teach at my old Highschool, working side-by-side with my own teachers. I blog to keep the Texan grandparents updated and chronicle our life for future reference. (In other words, I don't have a real baby-book or diary.)
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I'm seven inches larger in the belly now than I was with Sam at this stage in pregnancy (I'm avoiding the topic of butt size and weigh comparison for a reason though). I'm getting lots of people offering to help me do random and easy stuff. I looooove having the bump this time, but have mixed feelings about the "help". I like that people are noticing (ie I've surpassed the looking "fat" stage to looking pregnant stage), but I feel like I'm taking advantage of their kindness if I accept the help when it really is unnecessary. Seriously, every time a stranger offers or just does something for me it takes me a second to realize why they are helping me. I keep forgetting that I look pregnant! It is very uplifting, though, that the site of a pregnant woman still instigates the urge to help her and take care of her. There is hope for society!