Bump Photos

Y'all.  I'm going to have two babies in a few weeks.  That means I will have THREE children.  I will have sons and a daughter.  It's mind boggling.  And SUPER FREAKING EXCITING!!!

We had a little impromptu photo session a couple of Saturdays ago.  I have been wanting to document this baby bump, but I didn't want to A. Shell out millions of dollars for a maternity session and B. Wasn't entirely sure what I wanted it to look like.  

I had a dear friend take photos of me and my belly when I was pregnant with Collin, and I am so thankful I did.  He has become obsessed with hearing all about when he was in my tummy, so it's been fun to show him photos as well.  However, I learned after those pictures that I'm not likely to display pictures of me with my bare, pregnant belly hanging out for all to observe.  So the night before we had our pictures taken, Jarrod perused Pinterest for some fully-covered ideas, which seemed great at the time.  Then.... we arrived at the park where we met the photographer, and we promptly forgot all the cute ideas we had seen on Pinterest. So, we winged it.  (Is that a word - winged??  Wung?  Wang?  Whatev.)

Remember the Friends episode where Monica and Chandler are going to have engagement photos taken, and Chandler can't smile?  I married that guy!  

My friends and I practiced with Jarrod for weeks before our engagement and wedding photos were taken. He just cannot fake smile to save his life.   

I probably elbowed him right before this shot to achieve that level of smile!

Well, poor Collin apparently inherited that trait.  I kept tapping him on the shoulder (all the while with my own fake smile plastered to my face) to make sure he was SMILING!  He said he was...  We have some work to do with him as well.

So anyway, here are some photos from our very last minute attempt at documenting this baby bump. 

Photo Credit to Amber Garner with Thousand Words Photography

Jarrod wants to make sure it's known that the shirt I chose to wear, isn't the most flattering and makes me look bigger than I really am.  I think it's nice of him to say so, but it's BS.  I have to receive assistance to get my shoes and pants off.  I can't pick things up if I drop them on the floor.  After these photos were taken, we jumped in the car and rushed to pull my wedding ring off before my finger died from lack of circulation.  
I. AM. THAT. BIG.

But it's ok, because there are two in there this time around, and I already love them each so much.  I forgive them for needing extra space.  Besides, where am I going to set my cereal bowl after this?  How will I drink from a juice box with no hands when this is all over?  What excuse will I have for eating a full-size bag of Doritos by myself or a dozen cookies?  Collin might stop saying hilarious things like, "Ohhhh, my tailbone!", or "I can't sit down on the floor because I'm too big."  (Things he has, of course, heard come from my mouth and then thinks appropriate to try on for size!)

Bump Update

I had a doctor's appointment on Monday, which also marked me reaching the 34 week mark.  We got to see these two little babies, and that never gets old!

Little girl was chilling with her head down and her cute, kissy lips puckered out.  Little boy, however, has somehow managed to flip completely over.  He is now head up, and he remained tucked into a ball during the ultrasound.  Once again, we couldn't get a good look at much of anything on him.  Although, we did get to see some peach fuzz hair on his head.

Collin had a good little bit of peach fuzz when he was born.  (Jarrod's first words to me were, "He has reddish-brown hair!"  We had joked the whole pregnancy that he would have red hair.)  But then all of his hair fell out, and he was bald for a good year and a half.  I haven't given much thought to the hair on these babies' heads because I'm just assuming they will be bald for a while as well!

Newborn Collin with his sweet, peach fuzz hair :)

They are both growing wonderfully!  Little girl weighs around 4lbs 7oz and little boy weighs around 4lbs 8oz.  This is right on track for 34 weeks.  I'm so thankful they continue to be within an ounce or two of each other and that one of them isn't hogging all the food!

We also got to hear their heart beats.  Little girl's is always slower than little boy's; her heart rate was 140 and his was 146.  I keep saying I have a feeling he is going to be my BOY-boy.

And the last bit of news from my appointment is that my belly is measuring 38 weeks.  Our doctor did a double-take and checked my chart before announcing, "That belly is measuring big today!"  Jarrod tried to convince him to give us an ETA, but he declined and just said with a smile that we're shooting for a c-section at 38 weeks.

So please be praying with us that these guys remain healthy and keep growing strong so that in the next few weeks we can bring them home with us!!  We are ready to meet them, ready to share this house with them and I'm ready for a little physical relief.  I'm still not sleeping well, and I feel like I've been training for a marathon.  My body is sore all over from carrying this extra weight.  I'm also starting to really retain fluid.  There aren't exactly any shoes that fit me at this time.  I was wearing Chacos at my doctor's appointment, and he laughed at me because the straps were pulled as loose as possible and were still leaving strap lines on my feet!

In other news...  We've been able to have some good, Fall fun these past few weeks.  We took Collin to the pumpkin patch, and he participated in his class's Halloween party at school.  He's getting SO big and has opinions on everything.

He's been requesting "spiky hair" when getting ready for school.  His hair is so fine, it's tough to make that work!  However, it IS adorable to see him running his hand through his hair trying to make sure it's still sticking up!!

Cookies we made for his Halloween Party.  

This preggo enjoyed quite a bit of leftover icing once they were completed!

This outfit was a birthday gift from his Aunt Jami, but he told everyone for a week before Halloween that he was going to be Iron Man, so I didn't argue with him.

Collin had a great time on our trip to the pumpkin patch, and it was neat to see him enjoying some of the things that he couldn't before because he was too little.  Instead of dragging him around the place, we practically chased him

Helping Daddy pick the perfect pumpkin.

Shooting the Corn Cannon