(Disclaimer: The last time I was pregnant I didn't document the belly progress very well so I'm trying to do better this go-around. Baby G will have more photographic in-the-womb evidence than Liam. Whoops. Shuddering right now thinking that everyone can see my chunk in all its glory.)
One of the truly great things about not being, pardonez moi Francais, a skinny bitch is that when you're pregnant you can still wear normal clothes well into your third trimester. Although, my jeans are starting to dig into my gut while I sit a work.