Belly-fied.

While last week Brian referred to me in my mostly naked, yet support-hose-clad body as someone who looked like a “circus performer” that should have been on a “tight rope,” this morning, he addressed my pregnant physique a little differently.

Brian: “Look at you!  You’re so ‘belly-fied’!”

Me: “I know.  *Noticing his silly grin as he stared and stared.*  …You like this?”

Brian: “Yeah.  It’s so cute.  I’m gonna get you pregnant again next week!”

*He rubs my belly.*

Brian: “It’s like a little basketball!”

Me: “I can arrange that without the baby inside.”

Brian: “No, it wouldn’t  be the same.”