At the request of a loyal blog reader, here are pictures of me "all pregged out." (Disclaimer: These pictures may cause nausea and vomiting. If you are pregnant, have any known heart disease, cardiovascular disease, or see 20/20, please do not view.)
We decided to get pregnancy photos done since Jason is adamant that this may be his last child. (He didn't seem too pleased with the idea that I could still have Baby #3 and he could choose whether or not to be there when conception took place.) Photographs were the more modest option. The second option being getting my belly (and, though transient, rather fabulous top half) forever immortalized in plaster-of-Paris and gold paint. Rodin would be proud, (or horrified) but I was squeamish about having a sculpture of my pregged-out deliciousness on display. Where would I put it- the dining room? Hmmm... that would make for some interesting dinner conversation...
In other news, Jason also nixed my clever idea of becoming nudists until the baby is born. I'm finally caught up on laundry and would like to try to keep it that way!
2 comments:
How beautiful! Thanks for indulging me!
I really like the one with Faith in it -- it's like she's saying hello to Peanut!
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