I wasn't super happy with our photo shoot but Dave has been a very supportive husband/photographer. My favorites are when he tells me to "Modify!" before every Crossfit class and runs me a lukewarm bath so I don't boil little Kitzman in the womb. One thing he has yet to learn is to avoid taking food from a pregnant lady. I've been trying to get him to try these chocolate chip-stout cookies that I bought for $.99, and he's all like "No thanks, none for me." So I asked him to get me one, and as soon as I sit down he has the audacity to ask me if he could have a bite. A bite of a cookie that consists of four bites!? I think I actually said "Get your own f--kin cookie". I'm really going to have to curb my language when the baby arrives.
Each week I get an email update that tells me how big the baby is relative to produce. It started out as a poppy seed, then a sesame seed, then a plum, mango and so on. This week it's the length of a carrot (almost one foot long). I don't know how many other veggie or fruits are longer than a carrot- an ear of corn, sure. But then, what- melons? Cabbage?
So one really cool thing about being pregnant is being outfitted by my mom and mother-in-law! My mom is NOT a shopper. My sister and I had to beg her to bring us to the mall when we were kids. It was her idea of personal hell. TJ Maxx was her jam, and we only went there out of dire clothing necessity. Something about having a pregnant daughter must've sparked a dormant desire to shop, because my mom has been sending me boxes of maternity clothes like it's her job. It's been awesome because I haven't had the time/inclination/money to go shopping. And Dave's mom brought me a cute dress from Target that I've been rockin' at least once a week.
Oh that's another cool thing- you can have 5 outfits in rotation and no one judges.
2 comments:
from poppy seed to Jacob. wow.
Lookin' good!
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