Well, I'm a week behind on pics so I'm actually 35 weeks here. You know, sometimes I look down and think "Hey, I can still see my feet so I must not be that huge yet!" Then I see myself in the morror or in pics, sideways, (or I'm trying to shave my legs) and think "Holy crackers, can I get any bigger?!"
The little guy is moving ALL the time. Well, that is until I tell someone to touch my belly to feel him move then he comes to a complete halt! I sit at work and just watch my belly roll. He stretches out quite a bit so I feel him from the far left to the far right, all at one time. It's actually pretty cool and not as creepy as what I thought it'd be. Don't get me wrong, I am ready for this part to be over! I'm finally ready to meet our little Michael Dean.
Oh, and the wet spots on my shirt are not sweat. I promise. You'll see in Donnie's pic that I had just given Mila a bath. I tend to get more wet than her during her torture sessions, I mean baths. That's how Mila sees it at least...