Weekly Whiteout
Unfinished Notes To My Unborn - #7
Baby Mc, you are due tomorrow, July 2. I don't feel any differently than I did yesterday, but the day is young. I just have this feeling though, that you're holding out for what you believe to be a more meaningful moment. Maybe a date dedicated to celebrations, BBQs, friends and family, and fireworks that fill the night sky with magic. Your birth, however, is reason enough to celebrate - we have waited to meet you for so long. I have thought long and hard over the past few months about all the things I want to tell you, the secrets I will share and the promises I'll make, and now seems as good a time as any to begin. My first vow to you is that no matter when you decide to make your first appearance, your birthday will always be my favorite holiday. Because you, little man, are the greatest gift we could ever dream of receiving.
Happy holiday weekend, friends. Here's to a starting out next week with a bang!
(photo by Sassy Bitch Ears)
Hump Day Happiness
Weekly Whiteout
Loving the textures in this photo, and of course the very suspicious kitty. Don't you think he'd make a great dinner guest? Meeeeeow.
(image via Emmas Design Blog)
Sea Section
Oh beautiful beach house, with your smooth stone and tall grass - how you take my mind off all things baby. And to think my second grade said being easily distracted was a bad thing. Take that, Mrs. Shock.
(images from Bo Bedre)
Mama Mia
Considering I'm only a week away (we hope) from people taking ungodly photos of me in various gowned, moaning, groaning and pushing action shots, I thought it only right to post one of my mom in the same, ahem, position. Oh, and another in her super cool maternity wear. (She'll be thrilled to discover I was wearing nearly identical pants yesterday.) My dad sent these shots to me today and I was SHOCKED that I'd never seen them before. I honestly don't know what I love more...that my mom is rocking blue eyeshadow or that she brought her own retro pillow to the party. Also, please note the lips. Did you know that in addition to ballooning bums and boobs, pregnancy can also give you bee-stung smackers?? I did not, but I can assure you that I do now. The hubs has taken to calling me Thick Lips if that's any indication of what's going on up in here. And while YOU may not think my mom's lips justify a Jolie moment, just ask her collection of lip liners, glosses, and chapsticks - we are a normally thin-lipped crew, to be sure. I've always aspired to be like my mom, so I was thrilled to see the curse of the giant kisser is nothing more than a little case of "like mother like daughter." My new question, however, is whether it will be "like mother like son" with the birth of our baby boy? Because let's be real...I look PISSED in that last photo. Oye.