After analyzing this video to death, I’ve realized:
- I should never, ever chew gum again.
- Must work on not acting like a total snob because I just realized I act like a total snob. Gag.
- I do like the Bump It, even if I do somewhat resemble a pageant contestant. Va-va voom.
So, yes. Bump It. If you watch the video on their site, you’ll agree it’s probably the cheesiest thing you’ve ever seen… but are you not somewhat intrigued?
It’s basically just a plastic insert that you put in your hair to give it some volume. At first, I wasn’t sure if I was okay with my head being so freakishly tall, but I toned it down a bit and it ended up being alright I think. Feedback is welcome. :)
And that headband with the big flower I had on the girl was made out of this old shirt:
I was glad — giddy, even — to see that big pink circus tent go. Yay for getting rid of maternity clothes! Let’s just pray I don’t need them again for a while.
No seriously… pray. I think I would die.
Another awkward facial expression (how depressed do I look? I promise I’m a happy person!), ginormous boobies and an almost-13-week baby bump for your enjoyment. Or maybe just for mine… that’s cool too.
Anyone have stylish/affordable maternity outfit suggestions? My wardrobe is dwindling… I can’t fit into my small-mediums anymore!! :(
I was just told that my cheeks are looking chubbier than normal. Thanks, lady.
What better way to celebrate the 3 month mark than to buy yourself a pair of stretchy maternity pants? These things don’t even have a zipper… they’re basically pregnant lady pull-ups. I’m just keepin’ it classy.
I figure my bump is about 90% gas, 10% baby at this point, but it’s far better to walk around in these puppies than suffocate my uterus. I actually don’t think I could have handled it for another minute, anyway.
I feel legit. :)
P.S. Could I have made a more hideous face? I think not.
Note to Justin: I realize I’ve spent about $23,000 this week, but these were on sale. When you have a full-on Lemon Baby in your stomach, come back and tell me that I don’t need these. J/K, I love you.