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!)