I've really let myself go (28 weeks)

Pictured: Me & froggy, dolled up for an Oscar party at which we lost the ballot by quite a lot due to not having seen any of the movies and also in part to not caring.

I am wearing the shirt that was destroyed in the laundry and a pair of size 8 (ha!) under-belly (ha ha ha!) pants. Froggy was NOT amused. About the pants - a stained shirt means nothing, really.

I am also wearing my latest scarflet, which is also the prettiest yet. I learned a new stitch for the bind-off. Close-ups to come.

In conclusion:

Possibly less than 12 weeks to go.

Jon Stewart is funny.

Oh my god I'm going to be a mommy.