Perhaps it's time to invest in a larger wide angle lens

I'm reaching the point in my pregnancy where I feel HUGE!
Maximum capacity reached.
Weight limit exceeded.
No room in the in.
Caution: Wide load ahead
(follow with extreme care)

I cried the other night to Nate about being big and uncomfortable.
Then I warned him that I would most likely cry that next morning
when I go to get dressed and realize that nothing fits anymore.
And my once baggy sweats have now turned to spandex pants
and my use-to-be-comfortable-and-loose-fitting T-shirts
have all transformed into to tight fitting belly shirts.

So maybe, to make myself happy,
I'll go invest in a couple of retro flowered moo-moo's
and some neon colored slippers
then quickly run by the grocery store
to stock up on my favorite ice cream
and go into hiding... maybe.

(Blue toes compliments of my 12 year old niece, Haylee)

So pardon my pregnant hormonal pity party;
it should only last for a few more weeks
and then you'll get to enjoy my post pregnancy hormonal pity parties.
(Which promise to be as equally exciting.)