So this is it, the last of the pregnancy series. I want to sincerely thank you all for following this journey of mine here each week & for sharing it with me. Thank you for each & every one of your sweet comments, your threats encouragement when I posted a few days late, & for loving this little girl so much even before she was here. I can't wait to turn this series into a little book for our girl. Thank you for being a part of it. 

It must be this dress. Because before today hardly any strangers have made comments about my belly or my being pregnant. Like none. Except for that one crazy guy I told you guys about who yelled congratulations! at me or that nice man who gave me his chair at the pizza place. But other than that, the comments from strangers have been pretty non-existent. And it's been kind of disappointing to be honest. But then today the comments came like a flood. First, I was at the grocery store & as she was bagging my stuff the checker asked me how far along I am & I told her & then she said well you look like you're just about to pop to which I replied you've never been pregnant have you? Because if you had you'd know that's the one thing you should never say to a pregnant woman. Okay, so I didn't really say that. But honestly, the word pop should not be used to describe the pregnant body. Ever. Full-of-life, fine. Glowing, awesome. Pop, just wrong. But then, an hour later, I had to go to the store again (forgot something the first time ... pregnancy brain) & the elderly man in front of me pointed at my belly & said six months? & I said eight & a half to which he looked shocked & a little confused & then he asked now, I can't remember, how long do they say it's supposed to take? Which I laughed at on the inside a little because the way he said it made it sound like he was asking about how long it takes for an egg to boil or an oil change to be performed. And I responded about nine & a half months (because you do know that 40 weeks is over 9 months, right?) He paused, looked at my belly again & said it's gonna be a little one, I can tell. And despite the reference to my baby being a "little one" I wanted to walk that nice man right over to the checker who practically compared me to a balloon or a whoopie cushion & say this man would like to give you some tips on how to talk to a pregnant woman. All that to say, I don't think I'll be wearing this dress in public in the next month or so & I want to thank you all for your sweet comments every week & for never using the word "pop". You're the greatest.