I've been thinking that I should do a series of belly shots by the week. You know, like the pregnant-with-an-actual-child women do...
Behold: June 2
I'd been happily typing away on my keyboard when I happened to look down and see what looked like a VERY pregnant belly in front of me. (I was sorely tempted to post it on the blog that night, but just in case that was all cake and no tumor, I didn't want to show the world how big and round my tummy was getting.)
But now, the results are in. That's a tumor, kids. Well, it's two tumors, actually. And a hernia. ... And not a small amount of cake. (But I'm blaming the round and firmness of my belly on the tumors and the hernia. Fo sho!)
A week later, I was at Spencer's house and Brea asked if she could take a picture of my belly.
Behold: June 10
Too bad the lighting's not great, because my face looks a little Gremlin-y (for those readers who only know me virtually and haven't ever seen me in actuality, I promise that my eyebrows don't usually look so weird and pointy).
This is what I'm saying people, I AM A TUMOR GROWING MACHINE. Honestly, no wonder I'd been feeling like my belly was getting bigger every week. It was! (It is!)
Stay tuned for an update on the belly this coming weekend. ... I know, this is exactly the kind of scintillating reading/viewing that keeps you coming back for more. (Listen, at least I'm not showing you my scar. Though I'm half tempted to document it, knowing as I do that Dr. G's gonna cut the whole thing out and I'll be growing a new scar from scratch. Only time'll tell on that one. I figure I have eight more days to decide if I want to document that lovely piece of my anatomy, before I lose it forevermore.)
