The photo’s caption?:
“It’s true, I am going to be a mummy.”
I mean, I guess they weren’t waiting for some kind of great big glossy magazine cover paying $2m. They were waiting for Halloween. The best part of this joke? Jess probably planned it, like, the day she found out she was pregnant. I could see it going down like this: “Hey y’all, I got them BLUE WORDS on this little stick I peed on! You know what this means, don’t you? I GET TO BE A MUMMY FOR HALLOWEEN! … What, you don’t get it? ‘Mummy,’ ‘mommy’? Aw, shoot, come on!”
No, seriously though, all joking aside – I am so happy for her. She seriously looks like she’s going to be the best mom ever and now that she’s finally admitted it, this pregnancy is only going to get cuter and cuter. I mean, there’s no other choice. We only have a short window of time to enjoy it, as experts are pegging her at about twenty-six weeks, and to me? Well that sounds – and looks – about right.
Finally, an overdue “Congrats!”