Here's What 34 Weeks Pregnant Looks Like

I was chatting with my friend Elly and my mum and PBS (Presque Belle Soeur) online yesterday and showed them my belly on the webcam. Elly let out several very British, very posh "Oh. My. God"s and I think either mum or Cecile giggled nervously as my stomach reared into sight.

With their reaction, I realised I haven't posted any new photos for a while - mainly because I still can't find the darned batteries for our new camera. They're probably under the bed, but I can't bend down to look, so I'll have to send Mark on a hunt for them. So anyway, I decided to bite the bullet today and take a few pics with the webcam, hence the awful pictures below.

I hope no one screams in terror or that any friends thinking of getting pregnant now turn to the idea of celibacy instead. Honestly, its not that bad. So I'm wandering around with an additional 45lbs strapped to my waist. So I look like I can't find any clothes to fit me - newsflash! I can't. Those are Mark's sweatpants I'm wearing. Nice, huh? If it was a full body shot you'd see that they're too short and have elastic bottoms that hug my leg mid-calf. Not a fashion trend to emmulate, I assure you. And of course only about two of my t-shirts actually cover the bump that is my Bobs - most of them hang pathetically over about two thirds of the bump and I'm left exposing the rest to all and sundry. Its pretty awkward.

But wasn't I saying "its not the bad?" Right, right. On the plus side, my belly table is really coming along nicely. I can prop just about anything on it now and the babies only kick every second glass of milk off.

God, just looking at the photos again - I'm HUGE! I'd now like to turn your attention the archives of this blog - specifically the entry entitled Beach Boobies. Please have a look at the photo of me at 3 months, sitting on the beach in Florida in my bikini and have a good laugh. I thought I was huge at the time. Poor, innocent girl. I could still squeeze into my Fidelity jeans at the time. I could still put my socks on without grunting. I could still see my toes. Now I'm lucky if I can find the dog when he's standing within 2 feet of me.

Well, apart from feeling like I could have my own tent at the circus (I'd probably end up wearing said tent), I am pleased to be 34 weeks and growing because it means the munchkins are growing and that is, like Martha says, a Good Thing.

Ciao for now, I'm off to eat a small pony that the villagers have brought as a sacrifice to appease me.