belly buddy.

This week, I thought I lost the shiny new camera phone that Nate got me for Mother's Day. I searched in the usual places and even tried calling myself (straight to voicemail, of course). I was pretty sure that the last time I had seen the phone was Sunday at church so I was confident that I would find it there.

Unfortunately, the only photo on the phone is one of me that seemed hilarious while Katie made this last week:

I have spent the last two days trying to decide who at the church I would most like to find my phone and discover my mummified pregnant self.

Thankfully, the phone was recovered in our house. It's bad enough the door-to-door window guy had to show up while we were making the belly cast.