Behold: The Belly

Sometime in the past two days, I have suddenly transitioned from looking chunky to looking at least "probably pregnant." The belly has arrived! Granted, I've admitted on many occasions that I didn't exactly have washboard abs before I got pregnant--and I can't even blame that on Cubby One; it's more the fault of Ben and Jerry--but this gut can no longer be explained by calories alone. I'm going on 16 weeks, and it's definitely time to usher in the age of elastic waistbands and empire waist tops!

So, does this photo reveal that

a) I'm sporting a Girl Belly,

b) I'm sporting a Boy Belly,

c) I need to clean my mirror, or

d) I apparently have no head?

Usually, when we ask Cubby One an "either/or" question, we can get the desired answer by listing it as the second option. So, if Bear and I are in disagreement, I can ask, "Is Daddy right, or is Mommy right?" and she'll say, "Mommy's right!" Then, inevitably, Bear will counter with, "Is Mommy right, or is Daddy right?" and the little traitor will declare, "Daddy's right!" This does not, however, work with the sex of Cubby Two. No matter what order we ask it in, she always responds the same: "Girl baby!"

What say you?