Entering my 3rd with my 3rd: On Subway Seats and Dirty Looks.

I'm getting to the point where kind Subway-ers are offering me their seats on the train. At first I wondered why the heck they were being so nice, and then I looked down and saw what T refers to as the "huge mountain" and understood--she's really, really making herself known these days. Random people are also telling me congratulations and asking me when I'm due and such. We realize together that October 1st is right around the corner which causes a large part gitty and a small part anxiety in my soul. A man on the bus the other day read the exhaustion on my face (and was only slightly annoyed about my two littles playing endless rounds of musical seats) and said, "It looks like those 2 1/2 babies are keeping you busy." Yes, busy is the truth. And 2 1/2 babies is right. People are confident enough to come right out and ask about the little Miss--now that's saying something about the state of my stomach. The second trimester ran away from me and it leaves me rather shocked that strangers can already tell I'm pregnant. For all intense and purposes it's about time, but all of the sudden I'm realizing that this, in fact, has been a very short six (or is it seven?) months of baby growth and that that baby girl we've prayed so hard for is going to be here. Soon.

In other news, enter more grumpy people than you could ever imagine glaring first at my boys and then at my stomach before leaving me with a disgusted look--right in my eyes. A few times the mama bear in me wanted to return a little attitude and ask why the heck they were giving me the stink eye. But I didn't. There's enough attitude in this city already, plus I need to save my energy for T and Ever's battles! Also, unless we've previously met in person I don't think it's any of your business whether or not I want more children. But just in case you're a random person asking me (insincerely, mind you) on the subway, just know that I'll tell you I hope I just keep having them forever and ever and ever. At least the dirty looks that statement provides makes me giggle all the way home.