36 weeks pregnant and a bunch of belly photos.

We’ve come a long way and now we are almost there.

Along with throwing me a fantastic shower last weekend, my BFF took some maternity shots of me, Zach, and the bump. She sent me a preview of the photos and they are great. I am excited to see more. I wanted to have these so that someday our kid could look back and see what we were like and how happy we were waiting for him. Thanks to my friend and her husband we have some amazing pictures to remember this whole journey. They are my favorite photographers in Omaha because of their amazing work. You should check out their latest work at their blog.

We have come from this:

– I thought I was huge at this point. Seriously. I was 19 weeks, two days, and I couldn’t understand why people were not stopping me on the street to rub my belly –

to this:

I like how my belly looks like a glowing egg.

From the day we found out (snapshot courtesy of the then shocked and excited dad-to-be):

to this:

Wow. This baby has been working hard to grow so much in such a short time.¬† Now that we’ve gotten this far it is hard for me to comprehend how fast this experience has gone. Yes, I want to meet our baby, but I can’t wrap my mind around how soon this part of my life will be finished. I only have a few more weeks to rest my hand on his little rump under my skin and imagine how he is all curled up. I only have a little while left to feel him wake up and roll around to get closer to the sound of his dad’s voice.

Don’t think I am delirious with pregnancy hormones or suffering from heat stroke. I am aware that it is July,that¬† it is hot, and that I am having a hard time expanding my lungs around my son’s growing body parts. I dream of again one day wearing a shirt that doesn’t either sneakily ride up to reveal the bottom of my massive belly or instead make me look like a tent with a head. But this has been a strange, magical experience and when it is done I will never have this wonderment of a first-time pregnancy again.

I also have this feeling that from now on my life is going to be filled with weeks that go by too fast and moments that I want to stay in forever because I know how soon they will all be memories. It will be quite a few years, I imagine, before Zach and I leisurely sit on the couch knowing we really have nothing we need to be doing.

So for now we continue to wait, to feather our nest, and to get in as many rounds of golf as we can.

Awesome photos courtesy of Moseley Photography in Omaha, Nebraska. Seriously go look at their other amazing wedding and family photos if you haven’t.

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As promised…

a 32 week belly photo! Here I am trying to find where my hips used to be.

And here I am enjoying a mango fruit bar at the Omaha Summer Arts Festival. I went down to look around this afternoon with my BFF and her family before heading back to KC.

And here is a sneak attack photo my friend’s husband took of the belly on its own.

Belly Photo Friday!

Here we are at 29 weeks! It doesn’t seem possible that I am already in the third trimester.

Maybe this is when you know you are ready to be a parent; you can’t stop talking about how fast time goes by and how quickly children grow up. Some day I will be telling this little bump about the time he lived in my stomach and was like a nocturnal animal, having a little dance party when I laid down to sleep each night.

The little boy is the size of a squash this week, somewhere around 16 inches long and 3 pounds. The majority of his work now will be putting on some fat. I feel his little parts moving around in there, but they all feel like elbows or knees. I guess it could be a bony little behind without chubby baby fat yet. Keep on growing little boy!

25 weeks!

No belly photo today because we will be on the road when we usually take the photo, but I will make up for my lack of a photo with an embarrassing story later today. That is probably more fun for everyone anyway, except maybe me.

First off I want to give you a mental picture of the growing bump. Pre-pregnancy I shopped at myShape.com. After you register for free on the website it walks you through gathering 30-some body measurements and then populates your “personal shop” with clothes for you body type and size. You can even choose not to see the size of the clothes and just rely on the site to generate the perfect matches based on your measurements. It is a bit like having a personal shopper. I love it. You should probably check it out especially if shopping stress you out as it does me. And actually if you are interested in signing up, tell me, I will “refer” you, and you will get $25 in your account for the first time you shop.

All that to say that pre-pregnancy my recorded waist measurement on my My Shape account was 27.5 inches. Last week I had Zach wrap a tape measure around my middle and found I was now at 36 inches. And this week it looks like we are at…36 inches. Last night I felt like my belly had doubled in size in the last week, but I guess not.

People who know I am pregnant have started to notice the bump, but other acquaintances who don’t know haven’t seemed to notice. I guarantee he is in there, though. Last night he kicked me so hard it startled me and I jumped. I don’t know what message he was trying to send, but he got my attention. Maybe my long torso isn’t long enough anymore and he is trying to expand the walls of his little den.

That is all for now, but I will be back with the details of my humiliating second visit to the doctor’s office.