And by “awesome,” I mean WHOA. I never took any particularly interesting photos of myself when I was pregnant, just a few standard shots for posterity. But now I’m beginning to feel lame that I don’t have a picture of me in all my pregnant glory, with rose petals strewn across my baby maker and lasers shooting out of my nipples. I mean, what a sweet holiday card that would make!
A beautiful expression of how they conceived by boinking like rabbits.