Apparently I was way too soon in declaring us Azz Masters of the Universe. I guess I jinxed us, as the woman who was to sell us the diaps to complete our stash sold them out from under our feet. She clearly does not get Cr@igs.list selling etiquette. We were half-tempted to write her a nasty e-mail but felt it would probably be bad karma to start something. So I guess we'll have to be demoted from Azz Master to Bum Afficionado or some such lesser rank. Grrr....and I don't really know Margaret Cho's stand-up well so I don't know about the azz master reference, but I do remember the Seinfeld episode with the "Azz Man" license plate that Kramer accidentally got from the DMV. Hee hee.
And it's official--S. has popped and has no more use for her normal-sized clothes. She had to wear her pants with the top button unbuttoned all day long. Poor thing! I'll leave you with our 16-week (now almost 17-week) belly shot--our first!