Una madrina de boda [bridesmaid] por favor. Extra Grande. Gracias!
Forgive the poor picture quality, but ah) my mom took it, and buh) it was uber dark in the reception hall. So pretty though. (I wish we could have Christmas lights up all year. The Targo is desperately afraid of becoming one of those people.) Every time we danced that night, The Targo had his hand on my belly. It looked a little obscene, but was so sweet and cute!
Copping a feel or talking to the baby? You decide:
TITLE: Not as ORANGE as it seemed hair. Or, I'm not only fat; I'm pregnant too.
(I have no idea what I'm looking at...)
So, this is a couple of days late, but we're officially at Week 30. Approximately 10 more weeks to go.