Let's just say, my butt feels prego this week.
Zeb kept asking me if I was arching my back in these pics.
"Um noooo, it just does that ding dong, that would be your son"
18 weeks brings a daily cup of hot chocolate.
No BBB name.
Sleeping on my side.
Eating all day long. Oh wait, nothing new there.
Wonder if he'll have Coaster Boy's hair?
Or my monster chin?
Iced Venti Americanos...not really but I would love to not feel tired at 9pm.
Almost half way there.