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No Photos Please

Dear Little George,

You won't find many pictures of me pregnant with you. I feel terrific. I've gained 13 pounds in 24 weeks which is right on target for my pre-pregnancy weight/height ratio). I keep thinking I should do the pregnancy photo thing that I did with Simon. However, every time I see a photo of myself I become depressed and it doesn't go away until I can get the image out of my head. A really nice lady at work said I looked small for this point in my pregnancy. I don't believe her for a minute, but it was still nice to hear.

I'm carrying you low and in front. My waist is gone. My boobs are enormous. When you move I usually feel it really really low. I'm pretty sure your head is on my left side - that is where your little fingers tickle me. I imagine you are facing inward and down because of your propensity for kicking my bladder. I wonder if you will look like me, your father, or the mailman.

Love,

Mama

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I hope the mailman is as handsome as your dad, little George. Don't worry, though, I'm sure your mom is only kidding. I'll take more guesses at your name since I evidently wasn't right the first time. How about Aryan Brent, Austen Byron or Alexander Brendon? Yikes! Let's hope I'm wrong. Luv, Gram

I'm thinking Aryan isn't going to work for a 5/8ths Jewish kid: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aryan_race

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