I decided not to do maternity pictures of me this time around. Since Alyssa was a whole 5 months old when I became pregnant this time, it didn't give me any time to lose her baby weight. And to make it even more unfair, I GAIN weight when I nurse my babies. I despise those stories of women who lose every ounce due to breastfeeding. Whatevs. The only thing that makes up for it is I don't get stretchmarks.
This week, the thought of not having any pictures of my belly made me sad--I didn't even have a snapshot. So I dragged my hubby into the studio for a couple shots. He's a good sport . . . and he tries. But at the end of my whole 3-minute session, there was only 1 shot that was decent enough to post. The good news is that one is all I really needed.
And because this little busy body can't ever be left out, she was right in the middle of it all. I'm glad Brad caught this candid moment. I get a lot of looks when we go to the store and I'm carrying a 13 month old and I am about ready to pop with another one. The old ladies smile at me as if they remember "those days". And most of the men do a double take.
This pregnancy was definitely a surprise--one that I would have never thought possible. Yet we are thrilled about this "bonus" and excited to add more love and happiness to our family.

























