So What if my Jeans are Tight...

Okay, this picture has NOTHING to do with my post, but these are my favorite pants on Princess Mercy (I made them!) and as it matches her top...

well, humor me will you?

As I got dressed yesterday, I noticed that my jeans had gotten a little small. Now, usually this might bother me a tad, but not this time. Why? Not because I love tight jeans or anything...or that fact that I couldn't even zip the first pair I tried on...

but,

because the Holy Spirit whispered,

*What do you expect, you are expecting!*

I giggled a little out loud.

"Yeah, from Ethiopia, a near 12 year old Lord."

Perhaps it is time to push away from the chips and salsa at night. Oh how I love fiery salsa loaded with cilantro. Or maybe I should just enjoy my pregnancy of sorts and remember that I may even be eating for three. We are still open to God bringing home more than just our Princess Sweetness. Of course eating for two requires a few extra chips and maybe some avocado thrown in for good measure, right? We want this to be a healthy pregnancy don't we? (did you notice that I am sucking you into this equation?)

Don't you think?

So if you see me; smile and tell me~ my *pregnancy* is beginning to show!

I'll smile, don't be afraid!