Am I Naked Or Wearing Pants? Even *I* Don't Know!

I refuse to post photos of me where I'm sporting more than one chin, which explains the dearth of photos of me from the last couple years few years four years ever.

But that is not to suggest I'm not otherwise brave stupid. Last night, I took a bath to relieve some of the pressure I'm feeling in my hip joints, as my pelvix slowly releases itself from the rest of me. The awkward task of getting out of the tub -- UGH -- and toweling off -- double UGH! -- left me exhausted, however, and so I had to wobble (like a Weeble) over to the bed and collapse. As I lay there, I looked down at my increasingly ginormous belly and marveled that I could see my toes at all.

And I thought, You know what? To hell with it. I'm going to take a picture of this.

And I did.

You're welcome.

Also, I took a picture of Ish last Friday from the hospital waiting room as we went for our final ultrasound.


I'm sure whatever he's reading will come in very handy once the baby arrives.