30 weeks pregnant. Ten more weeks until MY birthday.
I can’t help feeling like one big giant belly. I know I have some sexy bits somewhere. Will I see my waist again? I hope so, but I hear there’s no guarantee. My boobs, which looked so big 20 weeks ago and definitely haven’t gotten smaller, are being eclipsed by my belly. Although they’re enjoying having a shelf to rest on.
Captain comes home. I’m wearing pink velour pants, one of the three pairs of pants that fit and an oversized sweatshirt. He tells me,
“You look beautiful.”
I tease him,
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Very… approachable.”
Good Times with Jess 
Omg I love this so much. I feel like this is still happening! Chris wakes me up to nurse in the middle of the night and is like, you look so beautiful. And I’m usually like, are you on drugs? And he’s like, well I haven’t slept in two months and haven’t left baby island, so…
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Baby island, that’s great! You do look beautiful! We’ll see what I look like post pregnancy and how long I’m still in my velour pants.
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