You guys, I’m 30 weeks pregnant.
Ten weeks to go.
If only you could see the look of terror on my face.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m super excited to see the baby. I can’t wait to hold him (even if he does look like Voldemort) and kiss him and just generally get high on baby.
But it’s still scary. I mean, a baby is going to pop out of me and then it’s my responsibility to make sure he survives. No pressure.
But before he gets here, I need to get my act together and do at least a couple of pregnancy updates. There’s been a blatant lack of them here, as you may have noticed. It’s partly because I’ve got a bad case of the pregnancy lazies and partly because for a while I didn’t actually look or feel very pregnant.
Well, at 30 weeks I’m finally ready to admit to you that I feel quite pregnant:
If the belly doesn’t convince you, just get up real close and take a look at my sausage fingers. At least they match my feet!
How far along: 30 weeks
What I’m looking forward to: The baby shower. The presents will be fun, I suppose. But really I just want to sit around while people bring me food.