Admit it: you spend most of your waking hours wondering just how big my belly really is these days.
And, while you’re at it, you might as well admit that looking at pictures of people with enormous mid-sections gives you a little ego boost, you slim-jim, you. I know this from personal experience: I spent most of my second trimester watching Biggest Loser reruns on Hulu, usually while eating.
Since today is officially our eighth month wedding anniversary, thus ushering in the blessed month where our little one can be born without anyone calling his legitimacy into question, I shall reward your curiosity.
Note: I’m not really comfortable with pregnancy photos–I realize that friends and family from far away appreciate them, but I usually require some convincing. Those women who get special maternity photography packages astonish me.
And there you have it, folks: a nearly complete human child in utero.
Doesn’t that make you feel better? Even if your day isn’t going as well as you planned, take a moment to stand up, look down, and assure yourself that you are among the fabulous elite members of the human race who can still see their feet! I plan on rejoining your club eventually, but I’ve still got a few more weeks of playing the incubator.