After I picked her up from the airport, we ate a healthy lunch outside on the deck and she opened a bunch of little presents—their first MOM and DAD mugs, a baby naming book, aloe-infused socks for achy, swollen feet, and other girly type bits and pieces, accompanied by sparkling cider.
I haven’t seen her in a few weeks and it was amazing how different she looks at 19 weeks, almost half way to the finish line!
Her belly definitely POPPED and there’s no mistaking that shape for a few too many burritos or a whole lotta gas.
my a baby in there!
DIL has never done any “maternity” shopping; I don’t know if she was in denial or whatever, but jeans that were tied together with a ribbon simply is no longer an option.
We went to Destination Maternity and spent more than two hours trying on jeans with stretchy panels, tops built to accommodate a growing belly, and appropriate undergarments.
I’m so excited that I was able to share this special moment with my
baby, I mean my DIL!
As the sun went down, we went for a long walk at the beach, since walking is a great exercise for pregnant moms.
It was fairly deserted but the water was still unseasonably warm, so DIL stripped down to bra and panties for an impromptu swim as the sun dropped below the horizon.
After that, it was time to head home for a dinner of veggies and soba noodles, followed by watching Cinderella.
This is how to be a good future yummy grandmummy, y’all!