I didn't know if I could be one of those "free" women who posts belly pics, especially the bare belly. Truth be told, I still don't know if I am or not but I'm slapping on my brave face and stretchy pants and putting a pic up here anyway. Yes, just one. I haven't mustered the courage for any of the other, full body shots. I have 23 weeks to go. I'll get there. Cut me some slack.
Since there are zero family that live within 60 minutes of me, at the very least I can wrap my head around the excuse that I'm sharing this photo, and therefore the experience, with them. They can't feel the fluttering and kicks I'm beginning to detect, but at least now they have a mental photo of where the kicking is coming from.
Here's Cletus' humble abode, week 17 (last Wednesday). God help me… *cringe*
Now I'm off to find some food! I'm hungry for something… something good… and in a very, VERY large portion. Too bad Chipotle doesn't deliver!