It’s hard to walk a baby outta your uterus with tropical storms rolling through every day at 3 p.m.
In the meantime, here are a few of my favorite shots from that one time I conned my bff to take pictures of me. For free. For like three hours. While our husbands watched golf and took care of a 5 month old.
These make it look like sitting Indian-style on an unsteady ottoman was an easy feat. I assure you, at 37 weeks, it was not. I have several pulled muscles in areas that I am too embarrassed to mention to my doctor. Perhaps that is why the pros recommend taking maternity pictures at seven months. Not nine months and counting. Woopsies. They really should cover rules like that on my leading resource for trusted medical information, “16 and pregnant.”
The bump in all its glory. And chubby sausage fingers at no extra cost.
This week will be spent forgetting that the doctor said I was not dilated at all and remembering her recommendation to walk. Without a transcript to check, you’ll just have to take my word for it that she said to walk and not stop until I look down and see a baby. It’s my one shot to get this show going, and I intend to follow directions.
Any day now, folks. But first, someone with a Ph. D. and Nobel Prize come install our car seat.