You Want Pictures?

You got 'em. So you can all stop asking for them.

If you don't want to see pictures of my belly-ring-less belly then I suggest you do not scroll down.

Here are a couple of cat photos to take up above the fold space...scroll down for the money, I mean belly, shots.

(Sorry, but I can't bring myself to post photos of my grey hair. Naked belly is one thing, grey hair, na-ah.)



Have bag, will travel






Zen cats. (Imagine them without hair, and human, and that's pretty much what the babies look like right now, but only like 7 1/2 inches long apiece, and floating in goo)









Me as Easter Egg on Easter Sunday.




OK. Here come the belly shots. You've been warned.






So it's not naked - but the picture quality sucks. This is what happens when you try to photo-document your own pregnancy while your husband is off busy playing around, I mean playing for a show, on 42nd Street.

20 weeks is more than halfway for a twin pregnancy. So we are more than halfway 'til birth day! Wooo-Eeeeee! What happens after that is anyone's guess.



And that's all folks.