I came home on Friday to find a package from my dear friend and old roommate, One Rad Mother. It contained a tshirt which I immediately donned for picture purposes... have I mentioned that I have a new IPhone?? ;)
This photo was met with cries of, "Really? Booty shot but no bump shot!?! DENIED"
So, of course, I had Cameron take another shot. I had kept the belly in hiding long enough. I had intended to put on makeup or any of the amazing maternity clothes that have been passed on to me. None of this happened.
There it is. All 24 weeks of pregnant belly. As C said, "Time flies when you're having crazy." He's so supportive.
Being pregnant seems like such an invasion of space. You get fatter and feel awkward, and people want to talk about your body.. what you are doing - or not doing... they want to see the belly and touch the belly, and suddenly, you are the center of attention. It takes some getting used to. Maybe it's best to take advantage of the time... no one is going to pay any attention to me once Bo gets here. I'm okay with it.
Sunday was a win. C got baptised - only fair to outwardly recommit your life when you are embarking on a new journey. The icing on the cake was that the preacher was wearing an Avengers shirt.
It's not a GREAT photo. I should have turned on the flash. The old blackberry didn't have one.
After an afternoon nap, we spent the evening at Mom's house. C grilled lamb steaks and we had creamed corn and an awesome salad with veggies from Jackson Lowe Vegetable Farm. After coming home, while playing Words With Friends, I felt the first external bump from Baby Bo. I can't wait for C to get a kick. It's coming, honey! Don't worry!