bumpdate.

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not great shots above and below
but oops i don't really care.
just was in work out clothes that were form fitting.

here we are in our 30s.

i typically feel "small"
but in this picture i certainly don't.
i'm not concerned with thinking 
i'm going to have a big baby though.

i think my bump fits my bod.

the end.

see you in the 40s?






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