I am cracking up over Elliot’s moob hanging over the table in this photograph. It kills me.
What also kills me:
How chubba-dub-dub Elliot used to be. Yum.
In other news, I hate being pregnant but I know it ends in babies and I love babies so I’d rather talk about babies than being pregnant. And I plan on being pregnant for the next ten years so let’s just keep talking about babies to keep my mind off being pregnant.