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Most of my pregnancy photos thus far have my head cut out of them. I'm usually not feeling super glamorous at the time they are taken (or ever), but I still want to document the evolution of the belly.

We only have one mirror in our house -- the bathroom mirror, for top half only. I very rarely catch a glimpse of my full body, unless I pass a shiny car or store window. If I want to have a look at my bottom half at home, I have to stand on the toilet and open the medicine cabinet.

(It is now obvious my mirror needs a good wipe down.)



Blackie is even surprised at how large I've gotten.



At this point, I've gained about 28 pounds. That's the same weight as a big box of kitty litter we complain about lugging up the stairs. I now have the equivalent attached to my midsection, and I can really feel it. I'm generally a small person with a small frame and smallish bones, who's now gained a quarter of her original body weight! I'm hoping I don't gain too much more, since my feet are definitely complaining.

On Saturday, Ondrea texted me photos of two different fabric spreads for something she's planning on making for baby. She didn't say what, but whatever it is should be a really nice surprise. I have full faith in Ondrea's craftin' skillz.

This is the spread I chose. I especially love the middle fabric with the fruit. So cute!