Twenty five...

Good golly.

If that's not a belly, I don't know what is.

The dreaded pukiness has returned over the past few days.

I'm just going to pretend it's not the seven bowls of cereal I've been eating before bed every night.

The things we do when we're pregnant.

Baby is good, mama is good, life is good.

Did I mention I'm three weeks away from the third trimester?

Yikes!

Until next week...