The veterinarian's assistant stood on her tip toes to look over the counter at my belly and smiled, and then asked me when I'm due. I think I'm finally on my way out of the "fat or pregnant?" stage! Of course, now that I said that, I'll have something happen tomorrow that will make me question that thought. That's alright... soon enough, there will be no question whatsoever. When I'm walking Mico, there will be even more people saying, "My, you're both getting to be so big!"