Thirty-Three Weeks.

Do you know what happens when you ask your husband to take a belly picture while he is playing online RPG's? Nothing. Nothing happens. Which is why we're all stuck looking at a terrible self-portrait in my kids' gross bathroom mirror. Blame him, not me.

So, thirty-three weeks. Sounds like pretty far along. Enough to be uncomfortable, but no so much that we need to get all frenzied. Because pregnancy is a leisurely forty weeks. And forty weeks is like, forEVER away. Except that I keep putting out of my mind the fact that I get delivered at thirty-seven weeks. Which is only four weeks away. Oh, and my doctor mentioned something about maybe thirty-six weeks this time. Which is three weeks away. As in BEFORE HALLOWEEN. As in, REALLY REALLY SOON.

I'm kind of starting to panic.

FYI.

twenty-two week belly, twenty-seven week belly.

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