Please enjoy the future photos of my rotund corpulence, either that or BE AFRAID that it may happen to you. BE VERY AFRAID. I'm talking to you ladies who read this who have yet to bear children. Or as I like to call it, blow an O ring.
As the next couple of months go by, you will recognize my head less and less as it begins to resemble a beluga whale. The back of my neck will take on the shape of a package of hot dogs (preferably Hebrew National), and my fingers will look like tasty little breakfast sausages. If I happen to shake your hand, please don't try to bite me; I just may bite back.