I'm slightly embarrassed to post my current belly picture.
But by the look on my face, you can sense I'm much too tired to try a 'take 2'. And you'd be right.
Remember the kind of day I had yesterday? If you don't, can't you tell by the forced smile on my face?
I was a hot preggers in 2009. Hot haircut. Hot-looking tan. That's right. I said it. H.O.T.
This year, though? Oh, brother.
This year, I'm 20 weeks along in the pasty-winter month of March, not in the tanning-summer month of June.
This year, I'm attempting to grow out my hair. Meaning, my hair is currently growing out [of style].
This year, I look so much older. A whole entire year older. Is it because I exist in a whole new decade now? Is "letting yourself go" involuntary or something??
And you can also clearly tell, this year, that my photographer is taller than me. A whole 12.25" taller than me.
This year, the picture was taken at 8 PM in the midst of the harsh indoor light rather than the soft (and forgiving) natural morning light.
But you asked.
And I supplied.
I hope your happy.
Because I'm not.
Well...other than the fact I'm growing a new life inside me....but you know what I mean.