And 15 to go, which is so hard to believe. And also a little scary.
I'd like to title this one: "Soon I will need a bigger mirror."
And this one didn't turn out like I wanted, but I still had to share for the story. On Monday, two of my wonderful friends randomly dropped by with FUDGE because they knew I'd had a long day work. I settled down on the couch, using my stomach as a table for the awesome chocolate walnut fudge egg I was about to devour, when the baby started kicking RIGHT where the egg was, causing it to jump all over the place. Apparently the baby wanted fudge, proving that this is SO my kid.