For a limited time only, and ONLY because Jess said I don’t look exactly like a beached whale, I present to you, a belly shot. Of me, even. But it’s not staying up here for long. I wish I could password protect just one post. Actually, I think there might be a way to do so. And if there is, and I can figure it out, I’ll leave the post up, but otherwise, I’ll pull the post down in a few days, so get it while you can. I am trusting all of you to lie to me as convincingly as Jess did or to say nothing at all, because, after all, if you can’t say something nice… you shouldn’t say anything at all! 🙂
So here it is, me at 27 weeks. DO NOT LAUGH AT THE BEACHED WHALE! (Actually, I’m even standing up, since I was about to head downstairs for the night)
That thing dangling from my shirt with the wire dangling from it is my terbutaline pump. My eyes don’t glow like that, that’s a ridiculous reflection off my glasses. And that white circle on the wall is stupid, but it’s the wall protector for the doorknob from the door that opens up into that spot. Why we didn’t just get a door stop is beyond me. The picture doesn’t do justic to the beauteous color of my living room wall, but such is life. Nor did I post the picture that shows how ridiculously skinny my ankles are (Jess saw that one and noticed it… what a weird thing to notice! But yeah, for a round chick, I’ve always had skinny ankles and bony feet… it’s odd, but it’s a good thing, because I’m super paranoid about having fat feet for some reason).
Anywhozit, when I look in the mirror, I think I look pregnant, not just fat. But when I look at pictures like this, I think it just looks like a big blob of fat, but such is life. There you have it.
ChezPerky 