First: The fate of Flanders:
That cat really does have 9 lives. But this my friends, must certainly be his last. He has been pardoned from death row and continues to live comfortably in my tiny office. Although he mostly hides under the sofa, he does come out to say hello from time to time, and of course to make a giant mess of the litter box (at least he is using it.) I vacuum up litter bits at least twice a day.
Here he is hard at work:
Second: The hair saga continues:
I am going in for a haircut tomorrow, and it appears that I am going to make a game day decision on the bangs. At this point they have grown so cumbersome that I have taken to pinning them back, which is fine around the house, but not exactly a glamours, polished look. I may be done with this extra hair after all. Oh don't worry, I'll keep you posted. (Because you're dying to know)
Third: My belly continues to grow:
And grow. I'm 22.5 weeks. Let's not even think about how much bigger I'm going to get. These pictures don't do me justice, but it's all I have at the moment.