30 weeks/7 months

This was taken last Saturday, after spending the night on the dance floor with Bun and Mike at a friend's wedding. I've found that as wine is a very vague and distant memory and as my bump has grown, my dance moves have conversely shrank. I believe there to be a causal relationship between the two. Although, I felt pretty alright dancing last weekend. Maybe now that Bun is bigger I've regained some moves in my attempt to dance for two.

I think I might be *gasp* loving this part of pregnancy. I was convinced I would, at the very least, hate the whole process and be a terrible pregnant person. I think I'm managing alright, and Mike agrees.

Today I'm 31 weeks, leaving me 9 weeks to go (theoretically). The single digits of weeks make me very excited.