So my due date came and went. As much as it pains me to do this, here is my 40 week picture. It's not so much that I'm bothered by the fact that I actually have a 40 week picture, it's more that I'm actually willing to do this side by side comparison. The first is me at 14 weeks, then at 40, wearing the same tank top. I don't know what makes me sadder- the fat guy in a little coat look (the tank doesn't even cover my entire belly anymore) or the gross whitening effect that Chicago winters have on my skin.
The day wasn't a total letdown, though, since Michael went for coffee and brought me home a red velvet doughnut for breakfast.