Since you still won't stop giving me a hard time on every social network about my lack of pregnancy photographs, I have taken a few choice photos with photobooth of me in my ugly pajamas to hold you over until I can hire a photographer and take maternity photos. Who am I kidding? There is no way I am going to do that. But maybe I'll remember to have David take a picture of me when I'm looking cute and we are somewhere cool. Maybe. For now, this will have to suffice.
Hope you like the nod to the Mavs in my pajamas (the only shirts large enough besides my free SkyTeam shirt from Delta that Boyf likes to remind me wasn't free--it was paid for in pain and suffering). And the Sumo face. That's how I feel most of the time. Like a sumo wrestler. Really, it is empowering.