32 weeks is the new 40 weeks

“Is today your due date?” a woman called across the park this morning.
“No,” said my husband, laughing.
I chose to ignore the exchange, instead helping Julian with his sand toys.
“Must be soon,” she concluded.
“Not really,” said Ryan. “Two months to go.”
“Wow,” she said. “Oh, wow.”
I just stood there like the stunned whale that I am.

Happy Mother’s Day to me!

Picture taken at 32 weeks 0 days, aka 7 months for you non-birth-mothers.