Mmmm, poop.

explodingcat: I think . . . and this might be hard . . . but I think it would be good to not act horrified at diaper time. I'd hate for the baby to pick up on the disgust.
krasota: *blank stare*
explodingcat: I mean, we don't want the urchin to associate our visceral reactions with zirself.
krasota: I'm generally not horrified by diaper changing. (Yes, there are exceptions.)
explodingcat: Yes, but I would be.
krasota: You pick up the dog's poop.
explodingcat: Yes, but his poop is just really nice.
krasota: *dies with laughter*
krasota: *continues laughing as boy goes on about nice, firm Jericho poop.*
jericho_the_dog: *runs over to boy for pets and reassurance as I continue laughing*

33w6d and 34w1d pictures

My belly has finally outpaced my boobs. Although this isn't the best angle to see that. (Clean, wet poodle next to me!)

Today. The scar under my arm is from the pericardial window I had five years ago. I can't believe it's been that long!