15 weeks, 3 days.
So I’ve mentioned before that it’s really nice to have a belly I don’t have to be ashamed of for once. And if I wear the right clothes, I look nice and pregnant rather than just huge (although I often wear the comfortable clothes instead of the right ones – lazy is my middle name. Or, if you’ve read this post, “Lazye” 
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But the other night, since I haven’t posted pictures of anything but, say, macaroni and cheese for a while, I decided I’d take a belly shot and post it. Which means wearing a tight top of some sort, because I sure as Hell am not directly showing off my flabby belly at this point, and shooting from the side.
In good news, I do in fact look pregnant. In bad news, in the good shots, I look like 9 months pregnant (no, I haven’t gained that much weight), in the bad shots, I just look enormous, and in all shots, my butt is the size of Brazil. It does not help that I had a huge ass and a bad swayback before the pregnancy, mind you 
So anyway, I’ll keep the shots for a scrapbook, but it may be a while before I show off my pregnantness to the world. Or maybe one night, when I’ve stayed up far too late, I’ll post them anyway.
Oh, and news on the names front – we’ve long since agreed on a girl’s name, and the husband is actually finally talking with me about boys’ names other than Ghengis! Be still my rapidly beating heart. We’ve even found a couple of names we agree are not bad (he doesn’t like some of my favorites, but I can live with that), so our kid may end up with a name other than “Baby Boy Grothoff” or “<insert swimming pool name here>” Grothoff. The gods are pleased.
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