4.12.2007

...so yeah, some subtle things change the larger this belly becomes. The nights I put Zane to bed, it's getting to be a challenge. The poor kid has to do a backbend when he sits in my lap for stories.



And clothes, I finally put an end to the attempt at wearing regular shirts. Especially to the gym, I was starting to look like Barney Gumble once I completed a session on the treadmill.



I am officially, fully into maternity clothing. I am all for avoiding the kangaroo pouch, but why do these pants with thick elastic bands make me look like I have elephantitis of the balls? Less fabric folks. Less puffy in the one area I actually don't gain weight in, please!