This is the story of getting a tummy shot with no one around but a 4-year-old boy.

“Hey Maverick, can you take a picture of my stomach? Oh, wait — are my pants see-through? No? Okay … I’ll take your word for it … ” 

“Don’t do that with my phone!”

 “Give it to me NOW. This isn’t funny … ”

  
“I’m just going to take it myself, I’ll be back in a minute.”

34 weeks and some change.

Here is what I used to look like when I still had energy and a normal-sized face. I hate that bitch.