At the midwife's office yesterday: "Step back a minute. . .If that baby was any lower, she'd fall out!"
I put B in the sun to attempt to encourage her to join the rest of us in the spring. . .though the midwife offered to make her come last night, we've decided to give her a little more space to make up her own mind.
Ah, the slightly bizarre belly pictures. Why do we feel the need to document this common but always flabbergasting state of being? (And why didn't I clean my mirror of Elspeth's many fingerprints before snapping away?)
2 comments:
Reminds me of the last three weeks before your cousin arrived.
Your Auntie was standing out in front of our house on Halloween telling me where to place the Jack O' Lantern in the window when some friends pulled up.
Wearing a black maternity dress.
The guy asked her
"And who are you dressed as? Orson Welles?"
She was not amused.
I laughed like crazy and paid the price later.
maybe she's waiting to arrive specially on her mama's birthday?
-kara
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