Hoosh gotch the chubbiesht cheek-eesh...?

Apparently, I do.

29 weeks and counting...

This morning my friendly neighbor was coming home just as G and I were getting in the car to leave.  She excitedly said, "Are you expecting?!"  Yes, yes we are, in April.  (husband and wife exchange a proud smile across the hood of their car)  "I thought so.  The other day I saw your face (motions with both hands near her face as if she were a chipmunk stocking up for winter).  ---Oh, and then your (motions to her belly)."  Wait, WHAT?!!!

My chipmunk face is what tipped her off.  

Not my rather large belly, mind you.  Not my pregnant waddle.  No. It was first and foremost my glowy moon face.

Up until this point I was completely oblivious to the fact that my face was competing with my uterus in the "let's look pregnant race" and according to my filter-less neighbor, winning.  

So when Gabe and I got home from our breastfeeding-your-baby class this afternoon (more on that, later), I asked him to take some prego pics for me to update my blog.  I made clear the goal: take pictures that show me my face doesn't resemble a platter. 

Turns out this is a tough task.  Thankfully we have a new camera, and a delete button.  My neighbor may have crossed a social etiquette boundary (surprising how many people ignore the fact that it might not be the best idea to tell a highly hormonal, very uncomfortable woman who is gaining a pound a week for many months their take on how she looks) but it turns out my neighbor is right. 

The pictures above are the least revealing of my chubby face, therefore they made the cut.

I have more to post, but I'll save it for later...

p.s.  I'm getting so excited to meet our baby, I can hardly stand it.