Holy crap, this whole pregnancy thing is inching along. DAMN! I read today that the acid in your stomach is strong enough to dissolve razor blades. Which is awesome since 90% of the time I can feel it bubbling in the back of my throat. I am huge. And itchy. And this kid hates me. Seriously. Stop kicking me while I'm trying to sleep!! He is actively seeking out my bladder and trampolining all over it. I'm so sorry for providing a safe environment and total nourishment for you, Little Bit, but if you could cut me some slack, I'd appreciate it. Remember, I'll be the one setting your curfew in a few years. Remember that next time you're nestling into my sciatic nerve.
So, I decided to do it. Maternity pictures. Not those creepy, weird, naked ones. I don't really get that. Looking at myself naked right now isn't appealing. I resemble a snowman in shape and color. I'll be trying to block the memory as soon as I rocket this kid outta me. Thus making nudey fat photos of me a bad idea.
We'll be taking CLOTHED family pics. Classic stuff... Scott's hands on my belly hopefully able to pretend he isn't disgusted. If he can't pull it off, we can always chop his face out and pretend we shot it that way purposly to be artsy. Trenton kissing my belly and hamming it up for the camera. All three of us smiling and acting like a cheesey olan mills family, that kind of thing. It'll be fun.
I actually AM excited to get it done. It'll be cool to have those last pictures of us as a family of three, waiting for THE LAST member of our family to arrive.
Plus, I don't have to worry if I look fat while we're taking pictures, since my giant protruding belly is the purpose of the pictures.
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