30 years, 20 weeks

So it only seemed appropriate that I hit the 20 week mark on the day of my 30th. AUSPICIOUS! (as my midwife would say - the 4th also marked her 300th birth! ZEROS EVERYWHERE!).

ANYWAY pictures? BOOM! You all better appreciate these photos b/c I see nothing but ICKY when I look at them. Sucks starting a pregnancy off at a weight that I almost ended Nate's pregnancy with. Sigh. Who's fault? MY. OWN. And that is all the body image complaints you will here from me because I've finally started feeling this baby kick on a regular basis and, well, that's one of the best feelings in the world.

Also, I've stopped vomiting so the world is ALL AROUND a better place!

Also, it stopped fucking raining and I haven't heard a tornado siren in over a week! Hooray!

I've always wanted one of those pics where people are all "My toddler resting on the belly" except, UHHHH, yea, he's too big and I barely lift him at all anymore. This just looks ridiculous:

I think it might be an awkward family photo contender.

And this, more so:

I SQUISH YOUR FACE!!

But this series is pretty hilarious:

HALFWAY THERE FOLKS.

Well, probably (possibly) more than halfway as Nate popped out at 38.5 weeks. Moving right along... I guess at some point we'll need to, you know, figure out what we're going to name this child and where he or she is going to sleep.