Okay, seriously, guys. Time needs to take a chill pill and SLOW THE H-E-DOUBLE-TOOTHPICKS DOWN. I’m starting to freak a little bit.
Maybe part of that is due to our first daycare visit last week (at which we were informed it’s unlikely our half-baked baby will get in before he/she turns one). Maybe it’s because I suddenly feel quite rotund. Whatever the reason, I would very much like time to quit acting like a reckless teenager and follow the damn speed limit for once.
Blah blah, whatever, pregnancy fears, whatever. It’s bump watch update time. Weeks 18-21, bitches!
Shall we take a moment to compare? See Exhibits B, C, and D. I remember thinking at 11 weeks my stomach was really popping out. HA! HA HA HA!!!