This pic was taken 5 days ago and I’ve been feeling….a little bit more thick all week. Not exactly pregnant, could pass for a very bloated version of my pre-pregnant self, but the little potbelly is not disappearing this time!
Am also feeling “more pregnant” because I am contentedly home alone at 11 p.m. on a Friday night. Nathan went to meet some friends in from out of town at a bar.
Normally I would’ve gone. New people? Fun! The Red Dragon? Mmm, potent wonderous punches! But it actually sounded more appealing to run errands, clean up the house, and putz around online. And I don’t feel lame or that I’m missing out on anything. Maybe this is growing up.
Cheers to contentedly growing up…