Yesterday, Nate and I visited my 94-year-old granny. She requested that we bring her Mounds candy. She’s a woman after my own heart. After about 30 minutes of chatting and snacking on chocolate covered coconut yum, she asked to touch the coveted belly.
Granny’s blind now, so when she went for the grab she got my right boob by accident. She laughed and said, “well, you’re bigger than your mother was!” Eventually, she slid her hand down and got what she was after and a big smile appeared.
Pregnant bellies do that to people—especially great grandparents to-be.