Free Willy (or make your own "Whale" joke)

Several of you who don't live near me have asked for pics of me with Baby Boy. Well, here they are! Now you see why complete strangers stop me in Wal-Mart and ask when "they" are due. Am I sure there's only one? Do I think that I could be a month or two earlier than what the doctor predicted?

I've learned alot about my physiology with this pregnancy. Here's the bottom line - if you are short between the bottom of your ribs and the top of your hip bone, there's no where for a baby to go but straight out. I was bigger than I should have been when I got pregnant, but I've only gained 13 pounds so far and I'm carrying all of it right there on the front side. I read somewhere the other day that my uterus is the size of a basketball now. I believe it - it looks like I've swallowed at least 1 basketball.

My two dear friends in Tennessee have been clamoring for pictures and I decided that Saturday would be a good afternoon to take a snapshot or two. I was actually feeling pretty. My toenails were polished, my clothes were clean, my hair was fixed, my make-up was on, and I thought that the way this shirt fit disguished the giantness of my belly. This is my only maternity outfit that has any "fashion" according to Rosy. Hubby and I decided to take the kids to Happy Hour at Sonic (1/2 price slushies from 2PM to 4PM) so everyone was in a good mood. I am hoping that these pics just don't show the pregnancy "glow" that you hear so much about, because they didn't turn out as good as I felt. I have learned from this that you should always find some way to compliment a pregnant woman because her self-esteem may be faltering. Likening her to a celebrity might work, as long as it's not Shamu or Willy!