Here is a picture of me in all my pregnant glory (and frump). And here's Chris showing off his sympathy weight (not really...he's pushing out his belly because he's actually lost 10 pounds). Please don't tell me you don't think I look pregnant at all...that just means you think I always look this fat. What is the right size to be at 22 weeks anyway? I'm feeling much better these days, as in I'm not puking my guts out, but I do go to the bathroom every 20 minutes, find it difficult to sleep comfortably, and have little boy arms and legs poking me in the bladder constantly...not to mention that I'm so incredibly tired...I'm surprised I haven't fallen asleep on the keybbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb
Sometimes I'm Supermom but most of the time I'm just Mom. My kids think I'm the bomb anyway--We laugh together and understand each other. They trust me to tell them truthfully how the world works. They want to impress me and show me their tricks.
Even though the floors may be dirty and the laundry usually comes out of a basket instead of a dresser, I'm a super hero to my kids. And that's all that really matters.