It's True. . .

I really am pregnant.

And here's your proof, in case you were at all skeptical.


I finally made Ben take a belly picture so I could capture the madness for posterity, and as a tool for future child torture. "See what you put me through?!"

Or maybe just so I can look back on 23 weeks with fondness when I'm 37 weeks and want to die even more than I do right now. I know it's possible, but I'm trying not to imagine it right now. . . I think it's best that way.