Bump

I like posing questions to W...

Me: So what does it feel like to have a football up your sweater?
W: It's not a football! It just feels heavy.
Me: Must be strange.
W: Sometimes I don't realise it's there and then I look down...
Me: Heh!
W: ...and think 'oh yes, I remember now!'
Me: And the bump seems to be getting harder too.
W: He's doing his best to break through. This morning he had one limb wedged under my rib and was bouncing against my pelvis with abandon.
Me: Oh sweetheart... and walking about gets harder?
W: Well I haven't started waddling yet if that's what you mean
Me: Waddle? I didn't say waddle. Who said waddle? You. Do not. Waddle.
W: I like to be aware of my posture.
Me: You look lovely.

And that is the truth.