Prego Moments

While my husband experiences humorous Marta Moments, I experience humorous pregnancy moments. For some reason, being pregnant begs comments from strangers and friends alike. (Not to mention the pats on my belly! Would you ever touch a woman's stomach if she wasn't pregnant? For some reason this is a completely acceptable practice as soon as you start to "show".) Maybe people feel it is the only time they can get away with making comments about women's bodies to their face.

Now that I "look" pregnant, I'm getting interesting comments. Although the norm in Utah, having two children 20 months apart while my husband is only in the second year of his PhD, brings comments of disbelief from Georgians. It doesn't help that Anya is the size of the average 10 month old.

While in the checkout line at Lowe's the other day I was holding Anya and waiting for quite some time. There were a million people and only 3 cashiers open. You know how it is. The lady a couple people in front of me just kept staring at me. I did a quick check of my clothing, my nose, the people behind me, etc. It wasn't the usual, oh that baby is cute. She was looking from Anya, to me, and to my belly with a look of concern on her face. I think she was trying to decide if she should feel bad for me because I haven't lost my baby weight, or if she should feel bad that I am having another baby when I already have one that's only 10 months old! She probably ruled out the chance that I was babysitting, since Anya looks just like me. I'm glad I provided some relief for her from the boredom of the eternal line.

However, I have had many people concerned that this baby is too small. I assure you that I'm actually bigger than I was with Anya, that the baby IS actually average size, and I AM eating. I assure you as time goes on, what I lack in the belly area will be made up for by retaining water in my face, arms and legs, like last pregnancy.

Anya holding the first "picture" of her new brother or sister

Anya's gestures and facial expressions are my favorite. She is trying to figure out why my belly is getting bigger. Occasionally she will poke it, like she is trying to see if there is something in there or if my shirt is just not in place. I tell her there is a baby in my tummy and she looks at me like I've lost my mind. She knows what a tummy is and she knows what a baby is and the two don't go together! One day she started arching her back and poking out her stomach. I thought--where did she get that? Then I realized she is imitating what she thinks I'm doing! So now I can say, "Anya--poke out your stomach" and she will do it. I find it hilarious. (This picture doesn't do it justice, but I tried to capture it.)

Anya poking out her stomach

So, bring on the comments Atlanta! It gives me a good laugh and reminds of the blessing it is to be working on baby #2. Not to mention something great to post.

David vs. Anya III

We just finished a week with Anya's cousin, "little David." But if you recall, he is more than a cousin. He is her boxing nemesis. He stole the feather weight championship belt from Anya just under a year ago. Since then she has been training every day. Her speed is up but she just can't keep the weight on. David, on the other hand, bulked up big time. What he lacks in speed, he more than makes up in power, strength and stamina. (I personally saw him stand up under a table and hit his head three times with out even a whimper - It didn't even phase him! Anya cried like a girl last time I saw her do that...)


So, Anya and I (her coach) had to turn to other strategies. We concocted a plan to win back the title. The plan was to convince David that I was his father (and therefore also his coach). I look relatively similar to David's father and so we thought this plan might work...


It took two days but before long we had little David convinced I was Scott. Once that scheme was complete I kept David from his training routine by carrying him around all week, hoping his muscles would atrophy. It was a dirty trick but fathers will do anything to guarantee their own children's victories.


By the time the match was scheduled to begin, David was smiling and simply too content to care and just sat in my arms while Anya was running around like a chicken with her head cut off (and sounding like one, too). So, David will remain the current champion.


If you bought tickets you can get a refund at the local ticket office or a voucher for the rescheduled match sometime after Anya gains some confidence from beating up on her sibling...

Okay. Not quite...

We're Done...