seriously?

Let's be honest. It's been a crappy week. Between sickness, no writing on the horizon due to care- giving/illness, and other things I'm not getting into here, this just may be the icing on the cake:

Last night, Owen and Jack climbed into bed to cuddle with me. I was too sick and weary to make them get out so I kept reading and they curled beside me. All the sudden, Owen reaches over and pats my stomach reverently. "Mommy," he whispers. "I know a baby is coming." 

I manage, "Oh, really, why is that?"

"Your belly keeps getting bigger every day." 

Thanks, kid. 

(And no, I am not pregnant.)

And yes, I laughed.