I'm not sure if I want anyone to answer that... obviously I decided to put the naked belly shot against Ross' facial expression that said a thousand words and my better judgment. I could have sworn we took one that day with my shirt down, but... none to be found. Maybe the battery ran out right then. I chose "small" for a reason. Do yourself a favor and don't pop out.
So these are not an even comparison. But that's what's so scary. Don't I look about the same? And yet, the first one is the DAY we had Sophia at around 37 weeks. The second is a few weeks ago when we went to the pumpkin patch which puts me at a little past 33 weeks. Almost a month's difference. YIKES! (I don't think I've ever used that word in writing... or speaking, but it felt appropriate.) I'll be 37 weeks on Thursday, so I'll have to check it out then. All I know is the response this time to my growing bulge has been much more dramatic, a lot more gasps, stares, empathetic eyes, and comments like "you must be due any day!" and "how do you not fall over?!" (I put that in here just for you Lisa :)), and "That's a BOY!" ... (Apparently you stick out farther with a boy? And everyone's a doctor of course. That one's been making me a little nervous since we only had one ultrasound this time as opposed to the three with Sophia confirming her gender... hmmm.) Anyway, the overall response makes me think my belly must be a little more shocking on the eyes than when I was pregnant with Sophia.... we'll see with the next comparison.