What is that?

It’s official. I definitely have a belly. It’s small, but it’s there all right. It’s not just a my-belt-feels-too-tight-after-eating fluke.

In addition to the general rolo-poliness my waistline has taken, the front area has certainly begun taking its own shape. This is how I have decided it’s an actual belly. It’s not just a spare tire which could have been acquired through any old means (i.e. too many beers or other fun things), it’s a bump. I’m not running out for maternity clothes anytime soon, but it is kind of exciting to have a real belly and a damn good reason for it.

Now I wonder when it will become a “cute baby bump” rather than just a pooch. Anyway.