Twenty Weeks

I'm now twenty weeks pregnant and have gained 7 pounds total. I keep forgetting to take pictures of the baby bump because I prefer sleeping.

Luckily, my boss demanded Christmas photos of everyone right before the holiday break and I got these:

Check out that baby bump! 

Co-workers patting the baby bump

Comparison of Laura at work:

versus Laura at home:

Here's Ian so he won't feel left out. This was just before my company Christmas party. The dress code was "fancy" but Ian insists khakis make him look like a douche. Which they sorta do. Those pleats, man...

So when he emerged wearing a 5 dollar thrift store suit, vest, and fedora, I met the ensemble with applause. 

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A good while ago, I went online and used a morphing website to show how our child would look. The result was so horrifying, I promptly dumped the photo even as Ian howled with laughter. 

We are hoping the Baby Morph predicts the future as accurately as the Mayans.

Here are baby photos of both of us. I was a fat, bald baby and often warn Ian that his baby might suffer the same fate.

The baby who never met a doughnut she didn't like

Ian, on the other hand, was a sexy baby and we hope his genes inject a healthy dose of magnetic good lucks into our child:

Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful.

You could try putting those two images into the Baby Morph machine, but don't blame me when the results give you nightmares.