Beached whale alert: Moderate to Poor

Let's have a last photo as a family of four! French Husband enthuses.
Ha! Here's another last photo then. I think we've been taking last photos for about six days now.
I want to stop because I don't like the size of that bump anymore: it's scaring me.
My pride at being the humble bearer of new life is rapidly giving way to a selfish fantasy of slimness. I think I'm ready to be the bearer of new life proudly pushing a smart pram and wearing snug-fitting jeans.
Does that make me shallow?

Fantasies aside, please note the degree of attention that French Husband is paying to the bedtime story.
His earnestness is to be admired! Pretty soon he'll know all there is to know about the solar system!