growing baby

I crave compliments!  I keep pestering Ilya for compliments and then complaining that the compliments weren’t spontaneous.  Terribly annoying, I know.  My mind says “poor ilya” but the rest of me cackles mercilessly.  Here, for example, are some missed compliment opportunities:

1. Why, Linda, what a lusciously achy back you have today!

2. I do love how that newly gray hair frames your face–just like a little gray angel.

3. My, what a gloriously ample tummy you have!  (The better to eat ice cream with, my dear!)

In more exciting (and pertinent) news–I can definitely feel the baby wiggling in there sometimes.  Here are the baby’s cravings thus far: 1) would mama please stop resting on her belly (grumble, grumble, wiggle, bump); and 2) a second serving of ice cream for baby, please!