I'm not a big fan of "the belly shot" since I'm too vain to want to make record of a rapid and steady weight gain, but I can't say no to my friend! Sorry for the lousy picture quality--I wasn't about to setup a tripod and a high-def camera!
Friday, December 3, 2010
Belly Shot -- 29 Weeks
Okay, my sweet Michigan friend, here's the belly shot you requested:
I'm not a big fan of "the belly shot" since I'm too vain to want to make record of a rapid and steady weight gain, but I can't say no to my friend! Sorry for the lousy picture quality--I wasn't about to setup a tripod and a high-def camera!
I'm not a big fan of "the belly shot" since I'm too vain to want to make record of a rapid and steady weight gain, but I can't say no to my friend! Sorry for the lousy picture quality--I wasn't about to setup a tripod and a high-def camera!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
101 Days Later...
I am now 202 days pregnant with 78 days to go. It's hard to believe that in 2.5 months Little Femme will be joining our family. So much has happened since I last wrote, yet so much has remained the same.
I continue to think about Little Husband and how he will feel when a new sibling appears and competes for my attention. Little Husband is a very independent little kid, but I suspect that his limits will be pushed once he gets wind of the change in our household. My newest concern is that I will miss him terribly while I am in the hospital. I think I'm more attached to him than he is to me. He's my little sidekick, after all. I feel incomplete without him.
On that note, today while picking him up from preschool a thought occurred to me: having a child affords you the ability to experience that fluttery, in-love feeling. If you've ever fallen in love, you know what I'm talking about. Your stomach has butterflies, your heart races and you have a wonderful feeling of euphoria. This is how I feel every day when I look at Little Husband.
This is not to say he is perfect; he is two, after all. He throws his share of tantrums and tests my patience hourly, but somehow we both manage to get through it and come out the other end with plenty of hugs and kisses for each other.
My apprehension about adding a fourth member to our fledgling family is fading. This is entirely due to Husband who always puts his family first. So many times throughout the day we find ourselves talking about our favorite subject, Little Husband, and somehow it never gets old. Husband is my biggest champion and somehow he manages to make me feel attractive in the midst of my ever-expanding waistline. In the dark of the night he reaches out and holds my hand as we drift off to sleep. He is my very best friend and I can't imagine going through this with anyone else. He is a wonderful father and there's no trait more attractive in my book. I thank God for him every day.
I continue to think about Little Husband and how he will feel when a new sibling appears and competes for my attention. Little Husband is a very independent little kid, but I suspect that his limits will be pushed once he gets wind of the change in our household. My newest concern is that I will miss him terribly while I am in the hospital. I think I'm more attached to him than he is to me. He's my little sidekick, after all. I feel incomplete without him.
On that note, today while picking him up from preschool a thought occurred to me: having a child affords you the ability to experience that fluttery, in-love feeling. If you've ever fallen in love, you know what I'm talking about. Your stomach has butterflies, your heart races and you have a wonderful feeling of euphoria. This is how I feel every day when I look at Little Husband.
This is not to say he is perfect; he is two, after all. He throws his share of tantrums and tests my patience hourly, but somehow we both manage to get through it and come out the other end with plenty of hugs and kisses for each other.
My apprehension about adding a fourth member to our fledgling family is fading. This is entirely due to Husband who always puts his family first. So many times throughout the day we find ourselves talking about our favorite subject, Little Husband, and somehow it never gets old. Husband is my biggest champion and somehow he manages to make me feel attractive in the midst of my ever-expanding waistline. In the dark of the night he reaches out and holds my hand as we drift off to sleep. He is my very best friend and I can't imagine going through this with anyone else. He is a wonderful father and there's no trait more attractive in my book. I thank God for him every day.
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