Apparently my childbearing hips, though stellar, are unable to accommodate a basketball-sized uterus (which is supposed to be the size I’m sporting here at the end of my second trimester). In the last few weeks this stomach which has apparently been mistaken for pudgy has turned into a pregnant belly. I’ve not necessarily tried to keep it a secret but I’ve also not flaunted it until this weekend. I’ve been to 4 different ward/stake meetings in the last 24 hours and I’ve seen a lot of people who’ve been surprised to find out we’re expecting. I’ve been in awe at the number of people who have sought out Ritchie or I to share their joy and excitement with us. I’ve been humbled by the people who have told me that they’ve prayed for this for us for so long. We’ve felt strengthened and blessed by the prayers of our family but I had no idea how many other prayers were being offered in our behalf. I’ve spent years trying to be excited for others and their answered prayers with the faith that someday my prayers would also be answered and those same people would be happy for me too. I count it as a blessing that I’ve experienced that day and I don’t have words to describe how sweet it is.