Da Bump

There have been some queries about my bump.

Allow me to straighten records and ease minds.

Yes - I AM huge. I promise. I really promise!

No, the picture from this post is not of my own bump - but is of the bump of someone I don't know who may or may not have been airbrushed to look smooth, tan, and stretch-mark free.

Though not purposefully, I suppose I may have subconsciously been avoiding posting pics that show the obviousness of my current 7 months and counting...which isn't fair when you consider how I made all my pregnant friends send me pictures of their own ovens with buns in varying states of doneness for Ode to the Bump week.

I'm not wallowing in the misery of my own expansion - I actually think that baby bumps are super neat. Oversight, not deliberate omission. This is important, because ladies, I think (and want you to agree) that our bodies are FREAKING AWESOME (yes, freaking)! Have you read some of the poetry those old minstrels have written about them? good stuff!

And so, here you have it: Stepper with 8 weeks to go...

...and absolutely no ability to keep pants from sliding off, anymore.