. . . they know!

Today I was dropping off the littlest at his nursery school and his teacher opened the door, as always, with a smile on her face.  But instead of greeting the small child I was leading up the steps, she said, "Erica! Do you have a . . ." and then jabbed her finger towards her belly.  

I've been found out.

I sheepishly told them, YES, I did have a *jab finger at the belly* bun in the oven.  The teacher and her assistant were sweet and thrilled and we had a moment of joy in the midst of a room of two-year-olds, but I left laughing, because yeah, all the sudden I look pregnant.  The neighbor at the bus stop was pointing that out today, that although she knew I was pregnant, she was really noticing it recently.  Yep, I think I'd agree.

So, while it wasn't some stranger in the grocery store pointing out my belly, this is kind of a momentous occasion.

the culprit.

I'm sorry, those are terrible pictures, we were walking out the door to small group last night and Matthew/the lighting were not cooperating.  

And I'm sorry, that's a terrible one, with the shadow bouncing off the wall, but there it is in all its glory.