There is a really stupid episode of SVU on right now and I should be in bed.

I was sitting on the couch tonight going through pictures that I want to scan this week and working on thank you cards when I remembered it has been three weeks since my last pregnancy photo shoot. [pointless story start] When I stood up to go get my camera, one of the photo albums fell off the couch. I was standing near the cat dishes, where Basil was eating. The noise scared him, and he jumped onto my feet and scratched up my toes. I screamed (bad idea) which scared him MORE and he knocked over both his food dish and his water dish and ran across the room, leaping over the coffee table onto the couch, unplugging my computer and almost knocking it off the table. He ended up on top of the couch, where he stayed for a good ten minutes, eyeing me suspiciously as I cleaned up his mess and tried not to get my bleeding toes on the carpet. This is the second time I have needed a band-aid this weekend (surprise! I don’t have any!). Yesterday I cut myself shaving and it was still bleeding a half hour later, alarming Alana: ”OMG, Alexia, why are you bleeding so much? Is it because of the baby? [pointless story end]

Anyway, here it is, 32 weeks, in all its glory. I look significantly bigger than three weeks ago and I have gained about five pounds.

 Somebody really needs to clean that mirror.