I watched the sunrise this morning. Through my office window.
Kev’s car malfunctioned yesterday on his way home from work, so I had the experience of getting to work at 5 a.m. this morning (when his shift starts). Rather than drive back home and go back to sleep for an hour or two I just came in myself. Amazingly I feel OK so far. Previous attempts at getting and staying up before 6 a.m. have left me feeling physically sick. Of course, it isn’t quite 7 a.m. yet.
Little D is currently readjusting himself (rearranging the furniture), somehow managing to simultaneously push against my bladder, right hip/pelvis and my ribs. He must be running out of room. No new pics – I keep forgetting to take them. I really do.
But here’s one from our baby shower at church in May. I was 31 weeks preggo then.
Something like that. (I’m 36 weeks now.)
There’s a reason I haven’t been putting up shots of my face. I may have that glow, but…wow… who is that fat-faced lady? And where did those massive boobs come from (you might not be able to get the full impact on this shot)? I bought nursing bras the other day…let’s just say I didn’t know they MADE that cup size before.