Josh thinks my pregnant body is the cutest thing he's ever seen. It's very sweet. I just hope he still thinks it's cute afterwards when I have a huge bloated belly left over and massive emotional waves due to postpartum depression. I like to think realistically.
Last night, as I was putting on my pajamas, Josh said he figured out what I reminded him of in my pregnant form.
And then to further prove his point, in case I didn't understand English, he found a picture on the internet.
I love my husband.