Leave it to your kids to keep you humble

I haven't really been feeling that crappy about  myself this pregnancy.  

Frankly, I've gotten a lot of compliments about keeping my weight under control.

I can still wear my work pants, I'm more than halfway done, and I've only gained  7 pounds.

To my complete amusement, I even got hit on by what I'm guessing was a 17 year old kid at the fair on Saturday.

So, as long as I put in a modest amount of effort for the day, I feel pretty good.

And then there was last night.  Standing in the kitchen.

Silas lifted my shirt to inspect my belly, pinched what can only be described as a layer of fat, and said matter-of-factly, "mommy, your belly is very fat" and then walked away.

Touche, young Silas.