I've got nothing to say, but when are my ta-ta's going to stop growing?!?
I did have something funny happen to me last week, but I wanted to wait until I had a picture to post with the story, but the picture thing doesn't seem to be happening yet, so I'll just tell the story.
So, I went to Kroger after work and a guy asked me how many months am I. If it wasn't for his very pregnant wife standing beside of him, I would have clocked him. As it was, I gave him a completely shocked look. After all, I was barely 11 weeks! Now I was wearing a bias cut dress that outlined my belly, but when I looked in the mirror that morning I didn't think I looked preggers, just a little chunky. Needless to say, I've retired that dress until after baby. Not that I mind the idea of looking pregnant, but it was soo weird to have him ask me that.
Zalebaby, sweet as he is, insists I look preggers, not fat. He gets a gold star for that. Now, if he'd only do the dishes.