Have you ever walked past a mirror, caught a glimpse of yourself and had one of those "hey, I actually look pretty good today" moments?
Yeah. This wasn't one of those.
It's no secret that I love being pregnant and adore baby bellies. BUT, there are those times when I just cannot fathom how in the world my husband can look at *this*
and still profess his love for me. I mean, seriously. Even in all my goofiness and attempts to make him laugh (usually involving some type of hip gyrating) he still loves me and *it*. I've always kind of questioned his sanity, but this.is.it. The man is certifiably insane. It's the only explanation. He has to be a little looney in order to wake up next to this day after day.
But, as always, I'm grateful for his love and his *ahem* appreciation for the anatomy of his pregnant wife. I mean, I like that he likes my belly as much as I do. Even when I look like this.
Don't worry, though, Babe. I'll be back to "normal" before long! I promise.