The pants

I've found there are increasingly obvious pregnancy indicators.
First came the positive pregnancy test. No, make that positive pregnancy tests. A jolt to the psyche, that little blue cross on the plastic popsicle stick.
The next big indicator is the ultrasound. You've seen the routine in movies -- the scene in "Juno" tops any other -- on TV shows and in commercials. It's pretty neat. But it's a surreal and wonderful experience when you're sitting there in the doctor's office -- lights dimmed and belly lubed -- and all of the sudden it appears on the screen. It leaves you wishing all silent, black-and-white films were this good.
But I recently stumbled upon another, even more obvious sign Anni really is pregnant.
She went shopping the other day. When she came home she told me she bought some clothes, including a pair of pants that were on sale.
She pulled the black pants from a bag, held them up and stretched the waistband to what seemed like the width of her arm span.
The sight of these stretchy pants prompted from me a blank stare and this: "Oh, boy, this is really happening."
Somewhere, an aircraft carrier is missing its jet-launching sling.