On Monday Chris took my 12 week belly photos.
I hated every single one of them.
He felt like a bad photographer.
But really it was just me.
I don't know if was the glasses and the Peter Pan hair cut, or if I was just feeling... meh.
Probably the later.
(Is that how you spell later? Or is is latter?)
In other news I'm back to drinking (a little bit of) coffee and eating plain yogurt again! Score!