My mother duly noted last week that I have not been taking as many pregnancy belly shots with this pregnancy as I did with Sacha. I haven’t really felt the need to take as many photos because a) I already know what I look like when I’m fat pregnant, b) my stomach was not really gaining any ground on my boobs, and c) Sacha impedes progress by standing in front of the camera and screaming at my belly in every shot. Oh, and d) I have take these pictures by propping up the camera on the counter and setting the timer while taking care of Sacha, which means that he gets pissed that I am not taking oh-so-necessary photos of him.
Since the husband was home today, I shoved the camera into his hands asked if he could take some tummy photos.
This is what I got:
Somehow, these are not exactly what I had in mind…
