When I was a House, I Felt at Home.

So I was over at the awesome Leighann's blogcasa, The Endless Rant of a Multitasking Mumma and saw her post about baby bumps...

She is in the midst of a fever and SO AM I.

I have been for a while.

As O turned one, my uterus started yearning for another gig....

But that's so NOT GONNA HAPPEN.


Which kills me, because I haven't got a clue when it might, particularly now that we have no income whatsoever.


Heavy Sigh.

Babies should really be the last frikken thing on my mind, but I can't help envying the bazillion baby bumps I see around me lately.


Seriously though, is there something in the water???

Anyway.

All this crazy babylust got me thinking about my pregnancy with O.
Pregnancy was not my friend.
As a matter of fact, it was kinda awful.
Sometimes, embarrassing...
But as strange as it may sound, I loved it.
In misery, I was happier than I'd ever been.

31 weeks

My friend kindly Photoshopped away the stretchmarks!

My Wedding Shawl

For more for more of my giiiiigundo belly, feast your eyes on this post!

It was nice to be proud of my gut for a while!


Over at Things I Can't Say...


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