So, when I think of my little bitty baby growing inside of me, this: or this:
is not what I want to think of.
What I prefer to picture in my estrogen fueled fantasy world is this: or better yet:just the teeniest, tiniest version of it you can imagine. Of course I know s/he is not already wearing a diaper and needs some cleaning up...but still. Isn't it much sweeter than the first images??