I even put my hair up into a ponytail on the top of my head and chopped off six inches the night before, which I also did when I was 7 or 8 months pregnant with Joseph. Apparently it's going to be one of my 8 months pregnant traditions???
Brain: Will have small baby depending on you 24/7. Will have no time for grooming and hair maintenance for the next year. Chop off hair. Now. DO IT.
Brain won the argument, I got even more sentimental, and I asked Stephen to take some pictures of Joseph and my hugely 8 months pregnant self together at the river Easter evening.
The Virginia bluebells were all blooming along the bank making everything super pretty.
I'm kind of madly in love with my little guy, but he was too excited to sit with his Mommy when we were at. the. river.
Consequently, there was lots of escaping and running back and forth between me and his Daddy.
Silly kid. Doesn't he know he can't escape his mother??
No matter how hard he tries?
Because in the end, she has the strength to just lift him up off the ground.
Upside down toddler.
Such a silly goose.
Uncooperative toddlers must be tickled. It's a rule.
This is the, "MooOOOoooM! Lemme go!" face:
See? He's trying to pry my arm away.
Then we went up to the covered bridge. Favorite. Maternity. Photo. Location. Ever.
I'm such a bad 8 months pregnant woman. Setting a poor example for proper pregnancy behavior. All I have to say to that is that I spend all day picking the kid up and down. And I'm still pregnant. With a very hiccupy baby. Who is welcome to arrive after Saturday night, but no sooner. ;)
Now... To take those 8.95 months pregnant photos... Soon. Very. Very. Soon.