Happy Mother’s Day, more or less
To celebrate our last unencumbered Mother’s Day, we went to two movies.
We also had a house/babywarming party last night, with no fewer than
40 people (many of them small). I’ve never thrown a party with kids
before. Turns out, the number of party fouls* was equivalent to
parties I’ve thrown with more aldults and booze.
*"party foul" – a spill or mess made
Why does the belly look substantially smaller here?
Good question! Camera angle (the hoodie picture was taken with my laptop on the table, the tank top picture was taken by Jason), and maybe more descent on the baby’s part? Or she wasn’t sticking herself waaaay out like she likes to do. I’m not sure if it’s fetal tai chi, or what, but she can change my belly shape substantially.
Oh, good. I thought for a minute maybe you were making her lose weight so she would come out easier!
That’s a tempting thought, as I stare into the birth abyss. No, really I’m feeling up to whatever challenge I’m presented with this whole get-the-baby-from-the-inside-to-the-outside business.