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Beer Belly

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Just in case anyone is wondering if I'm getting fat... 


It's actually difficult to keep up with growing belly photos. I never really want to take photos of myself, let alone my stomach. I've never cared too much for the photos. It's hard to catch me still modestly dressed when I'm home and if that, cuteness probably has no part of it.  I forget to take it when I'm cute. I feel like you can be creative with this stuff and the fact that I know I won't take the creativity on head strong, makes me not want to do it at all.  Plus, I haven't really seen a big change in my belly. Sure when I'm sitting just right, needing to pee or just finished a big meal, I can pull off the beer gut, but if I stand up straight, it's still pretty difficult to see anything noticeable even at 18 weeks. I guess that's a good thing. But this awkward phase of I might be gaining a little weight, but don't look pregnant is kind of annoying. Go big or go home I say. They say in 2 weeks I should be sizeable. We'll see. I'll take a picture at 20 and start there. I just wanted that one proof in the beginning that once upon a time I had a flat stomach. I don't know if I'll ever not feel/look bloated again.

Mr Smith is at the Woodsmith Shop. Thinking about who knows what. He finally used the Lowes giftcard some friends gave him for helping them with their pocket door back in VA. I wanted to see what he bought, but I may have zoned a little back into my show when he started explaining how they work and how one saw is different from the other. I just want to know what he is going to build. We live in an apartment!? I guess he's saving up. And it makes me happy to see him happy.

I'm going to go clean the toilets. It's a laundry day too. I love the smell of clean laundry and bathrooms. I've still been distant with the kitchen ever since I got pregnant. Tragedy really.
And then I'll begin my Relief Society lesson for tomorrow that I may or may not be putting off. I've been reading Fishers of Men by Gerald Lund and I'm enjoying it so far, if anyone is interested.

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