One of our Labor Day adventures was a trip to the mall. Apparently I was feeling a little adventurous because I don't like the mall very much on slow days, much less on horribly packed holidays. I digress.
So while standing in the Family Bathroom waiting for the littles to finish their "business", I took a cue from this blog. I laughed when I saw Brittany do this and as I stood in the bathroom looking at this huge mirror I thought, "why not?".
And so, courtesy of the Family Bathroom at our local mall....I give you my Almost 26 Weeks Bump picture.
It's okay to gasp. I know I'm huge. I don't get those nice, compact, cute little bumps. Nope. Never have. Not even with the first, almost 17 years ago, when I was about 40 pounds lighter.
I get the all-over-certainly-this-woman-must-be-carrying-twins-to-be-that-huge bump. That, plus I'm a little fat, you know.
It's okay. It's all good.