I asked Beckie the other day if she was showing faster for this pregnancy than for the last one.

This was a potential hand-grenade of a question.

Beckie and I have pretty much both been religious about exercise for as long as I can remember. Sometimes we are better or worse, but its been a long time since either one of us looked sloshy. and yet, there it was. A fair question, if you don’t ask it to a woman, a pregnant woman, a pregnant woman facing 110 degrees between her and a run, an overstressed pregnant woman already dealing with one obsessive-compulsive tinyMonster. Its fair especially since Beckie didn’t show at all til like 6 months with Genevieve, won the Tour of the White Mountains, and hiked Flatiron on New Years Eve at 7.5 months. And even more especially since I have been doing the shopping and can state emphatically that our grocery list has been pretty damn good.

I asked it very politely. as an interested party, an amicus curiae as it were. but I had to know!

Apparently women show faster the 2nd time around. I have since received independent confirmation of this, by a mere coincidence of listening in on someone else’s conversation. Beckie, too,   was prompt and objective in her response.

Whew!