I woke up today and looked in the mirror and kind of gasped. Because I looked pregnant and not just fat! Yes, I still have some major love handles, but I can pretty much cover those babies up (no pun intended). But that little "bubble belly" as Scott calls it is here to stay. It varies in size through-out the day, but I'm happy to finally look like a pregnant woman instead of just saying I am one.
And if you have the feeling that there's something AWESOME on the left of the above picture, it's my jewelry organizer. I made out of broken full length mirror. Because I'm cool like that.
It's not ACTUALLY hanging on the wall crooked, but it's in a place that's awkward to get a photo of it.