This week Jon and I have reached the 6 1/2 month mark - bring on the third trimester and the swollen feet. Both of us are beginning to feel like I've been pregnant forever. Considering we got a dog together after 5 months of dating, were engaged after a year, and married 4 months later, 9 months is a short eternity for us.
The past 2 weeks my appetite has grown, along with the belly. Between a fireman-in-training and a pregnant lady, we are going thru food at our house like nobody's business.
Here's the belly at 26 weeks in all its glory.
And here's our resident cadet, on his way off to academy.
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