Snap! Crackle! Pop??

Two weeks ago, when little fetus-Anderson was the size of a cantaloupe, I still felt somewhat un-pregnant and slim. Today? I have totally, completely and irreversibly POPPED. There's no hiding that I'm 5 months pregnant anymore. Well actually, to the untrained eye I just look fat. Yay. Can't wait to get through this little phase of fathood till I actually look pregnant enough to be semi-cute. There's not much more to love in pregnancy than showing off a cute baby bump -- besides those little kicks and punches, of course. So while I'm glad I'm not QUITE to that point yet, I'm anxiously awaiting the moment I can look in the mirror and unequivocally say that I LOOK pregnant, and not just that my waistline has thickened a whole lot. Jacob doesn't seem to think it's very funny either...