Here I am at 36 weeks and I believe I have crossed over a threshold of really pregnant to Who Knew They Made Clothes That Big. I am in that stage where even my large pregnancy shirts sometimes fail to cover the bottom of my belly and I half expect to show up on an episode of Cops screaming that I had no idea THIS GUY WANTED SEX?! What? A PROSTITUTE? I am most certainly not! And then I could hiccup into the camera and grin. Except I don't think they say things like "most certainly not." The proper hooker, if you will.
This is my, "Oh shit we're really having a baby!" face.
This is my, "I am smiling because otherwise my sister thinks Cider will believe I was not SOOO HAPPY to be pregnant with him/her." face. Suck it Summer!
And this is just the golden, shiny example of what happens when a man and a woman love each other very much. So much in fact, they decide to leap towards the unknown with reckless abandon and then complain about the weight gain and back aches later.
Also, for those of you curious about the completed nursery, I should be able to post pictures in the next couple of days. My mother in law sent our curtains last week and this is, without exception, the most excited I've ever been about fabric.
ha! Look what motherhood has done to you - liking fabric and all - welcome to my world!! =)
I looooooooooooooooooove the smile picture - sooo much better!!!
Did you hear Ella say when I handed her the phone, "Did Cider come out of her bewwy?" in an excited voice??
Posted by: Summer | July 13, 2009 at 04:11 PM