Thirty and four, you guys. That means it took more than 60 days before I could convince Sed that she didn't have to be on her way to a fancy-dress occasion for me to take a picture of her pregnant state again. In fact, more than one of those has passed in the last two months, but we've been too busy falling asleep immediately thereafter to think about photos.

If you remember the last time, you'll notice a rather drastic difference. If you live under a rock and didn't know Sed's pregnant yet, you'll be like, "Holy crap, she swallowed a jack-o-lantern!" She is, after all, technically in the eighth month. And if this strikes you as an amazing difference from her pre-pregnancy minisculeness, you should see her naked. Yeah, right, like I'd allow that! You just want her for yourself!