You ever have one of those days, when you have an idea of what you look like in your mind, and you walk around, feeling good {kind of like your old self from 8 months ago} and then you take a picture and you're all, "Wait, I look like what?"
That just happened. Pregnancy is a strange phenomenon - in which you're fully aware that you have a belly, but it still kind of surprises you when you try and squeeze between spaces that you used to fit though and end up knocking someone upside the head. Or in this case, when you see pictures of yourself and are still kinda shocked at your own max holding capacity. Apparently, this little babe takes his chubs very seriously. {Proud mama right here.}
On days like this when I'm feeling particularly large - like the other night in the bathroom while brushing my teeth, I look in the mirror and say, "Hon. Just look at me! Look at this baby. I can't believe how big I'm getting." He'll put on his best
Moto-Moto voice, come up behind me and be all,
"Goodness guurl. You HUGE. You chunk-ay..."
Always knows the right thing to say, that man.