Chronicles of a headless pregnant woman

Now I realize that such a title could be deciphered in many ways. However, in this case, I'm merely referring to the fact that, well, my head is missing. In these pictures.

You see, it dawned on me that I haven't taken a single profile picture of myself during this whole charade. Which, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's breaking some sort of pregnancy code of conduct. 

Of all the dirty rotten things for me to do.  

So, I teamed up with Photo Booth and performed this quick, arguably impromptu  "shoot" to try and make amends for past failures. But don't expect too many more. Or, rather, don't expect any more.

So here I am. In all my 27 weeks of glory.

To answer your question, yes, that's a hair bow. Made by me. Thank you very much.

The tum's growing quite rapidly, as of late. The only thing growing faster is my appetite. Good grief, I'm hungry. And I just had dinner but that doesn't matter. I can boast that I go through a box of Cheez-Its each week. Quattro Formaggio Triscuits who? Those were so last year.