Rebecca
“I’m a little jealous. Your stomach is nowhere near as big as mine is, and we’re both five months,” Lorena said.
“Well, I have two, you have three.”
“Still. You hardly look five months pregnant. With as tall as you and Alexi are, you’d think your belly would be bigger,” she said, pouting. I’ve noticed she’s gotten a little insecure. Her three have really popped out.
“Don’t worry. Doc B says any day now, they could shift, and I’ll go from a basketball to a beach ball.”
“Please let’s not talk about bellies. I feel like a whale,” Sandy said.
Lorena and I both smiled. Sierra giggled.
Poor Sandy’s little man was front and center. As small as she was and as big as Sasha was, their baby measured pretty big. Doc B predicted he would be ten pounds. So there was a pool going on among
