The Bump

This is the moment you've all been waiting for...well, some of you anyway. I've gotten more than one email and threatening phone call saying that you want to see just how much of a heifer I've become during the last 8 months. I'll admit, I was one of you, begging for pregnancy profile shots, until I became the bulbous profile; now I'm all about hiding out in my over-sized maternity clothes and willing myself to go into labor.

Long about week 18 of pregnancy, James and I got the great idea that we should take a mug shot every week in the same shirt to track my hugeness. By 18 weeks I was already pretty huge. That's one of the perks of having a torso so short that my ribs and hips are normally about an inch apart. I had outgrown my pants by 6 weeks and, even though I didn't really keep a meal down for the first few months, I've done a masterful job of packing on the pounds (and inches). My doctor is so proud of my weight gaining skills.

And so, here we are at 34 weeks. I haven't seen my feet in quite some time and I'm quite sure that I now weigh more than James. The baby now weighs about 5 lbs. Explain the other 30!

***WARNING***

Most of these pictures were taken in an un-airconditioned apartment in the middle of summer. No make-up. Definitely no hair stying. Just look at the belly and ignore the head s'il vous plait.

It's a boy!

We were in Italy this week. No sticky notes for week 22. Also the last time my feet were small enough to fit into anything but flip flops.

This is the week we started moving. No pictures on the wall, yes piles on the floor.

New apartment!

And here is my condition as of last Monday. Man, that thing protrudes! No wonder I'm always burning it on the stove and getting stuck between the shopping cart and the check-out counter.