I'm pretty certain I need to burn that shirt and never wear it again. And then burn about 1000 calories per day in the gym. Because DAMN I look bad. No, I did not just have a baby. Nor am I pregnant, though I look like I am. Wow. Sad, sad, sad.
Speaking of sad, here are some more outtake close-ups of my darling son, Micah:
And his whole life, really.
At least he doesn't look like he's pregnant. I'm the one who should be crying, facing the wall, in all pictures that are taken of me.