The walrus said, as she lumbered her bulk onto the living room floor, shifting stomach and baby out of the way for a toddler diaper change, wondering just how much longer she'd be able to plan on getting up after this ritual.
I was planning to wait for Piper to think of potty-training on her own. I may still have to wait for her timing, God's timing. But I think I will begin encouraging her that direction, for all the advice this mommy-getting-bigger-every-day-now is worth to her.
I'd sigh, but this is the part I remembered about being pregnant. I don't remember it coming on quite so early with Piper, but then, her third trimester started at 6 months. It was only yesterday I found out I was expecting Button.
Time marches on without me, as usual.
(image from national geographic.com)