At the 20 week (I'll actually be 21 weeks tomorrow) mark, I still look more fat than pregnant. SIGH. My babies have a ton of room in my giant torso so I don't pop until way late. Ezra was like... never.
Here I am attempting to take a picture of myself and only succeeding in looking like a giant dork.
That poky thing in the back of my head is actually the TV antenna in our room behind me, stuck up on the wall. Awesome.
Halfway there and feeling fine.