3 and a half months to go.
Since many have asked, here's a picture of me and my big(ger) gut:
Here's a picture of me from Christmas (no, I'm not the skinny ol' boy in the front, I'm the big girl with the Santa hat on) when I was only about 5 weeks pregnant. People are starting to ask me very pointed questions to find out if I'm pregnant versus porky. It's cute. "Do you have children?" "No, not yet." "Oh... will you be having any?" Mwahaha.
And for conclusive proof that they're still there, here's a picture of my feet:
The love of my life got me a pedicure for Mother's Day, and they're lookin' good, but hard to capture in the noontime sun. I haven't seen my feet for a few months though, nice to see 'em.
Shaving my legs has officially become an Olympic event. Drew even asked if I needed help. I love him. Standing for more than an hour has become a mistake. I did my registry, but don't go looking for it yet. It's shameful... 113 items. Can you say "carried away?" I'm gonna pare it down quite a bit.
A bit of trivia: My due date (August 20th) is exactly 2 years to the day after we closed on our house. That'd be crazy.
Peanut butter and jelly time!
3 days ago