1. The girls are following in their brother's footsteps. DD1 is off the height chart completely and DD2 is in the 97th percentile.
2. DD2 has to see an orthopedist in October. We've noticed her right foot turning in a bit when she walks and runs. The pediatrician saw enough to set up an appointment. When I told my mom, she told me that I had to wear a corrective shoe on my right foot as an infant (due to positioning in the womb) and swore she had told me that before. Nope, first I heard of it.
3. My day was ruined when a mother at preschool asked me how far along I was. Then she tried to cover by telling me how much weight she gained during her pregnancy and how she just can't take it off. Thanks, stranger. How can people get this far into adulthood and think asking people anything personal is ok? What makes people think they are so special that they can say what they want? I think about my belly every single day. I'm doing the best I can to change it, but it's not anyone's business. Why is that so hard to accept?