(Kendrick says I look like a safari hunter here. I say safari hunters don't wear stilettos.)
Around this point in the pregnancy when I was expecting Indy, I put up a post in which I was wearing snakeskin pants (that didn't zipper, but whatever, that's what rubber bands and long tops are for) and wrote about how weird it was that I was in the mood for snakeskin-pant-wearing at 8,352,592 months pregnant, but hey: great.
I wouldn't have thought I'd be in the mood for heels and tiny clutches at this particular point either, but I am, so hey: great.