I share an address with a pizza place...no, I don't live on top of it... it's across the street as a matter of fact- there's NO logical reason that we share an address. It's just the way my town rolls.
Because of this address phenomenon, frequently we get mail for the pizza place and they get mail for us. We take turns visiting each other and handing each other the right mail. I ask my husband every time this happens, "so, you think they even look at who it's addressed to? What differentiates which mail goes to which location? Why do somethings come to us and some go to them?" I would understand if WE got all the mail...or THEY got all the mail- but it's just not the case.
About ten minutes ago I was using the bathroom which has a GRAND view of the pizza place from the window...and I saw our mailman park his car in the lot of the pizza place to deliver mail to the surrounding addresses- so this further complicates the situation for me... I have NO idea why this mail nonsense is happening. Disgruntled? Evil plot?
I just don't get it. The only thing I can think of...Hello, Newman...
I'm going to be home after Fancy is born for a few months...so I'm about to start a campaign to stop this madness and get to the bottom of this.
So I've had some time on my hands the past few days...you know what's said about idle hands, right?
For the past nine months, I've considered taking pictures of myself if things looked pretty good when I got to this point in our situation. I've been using this blog as a celebration of Fancy- a journal so to speak.
It's provided a space for a living scrap book. Also, with Gram's birthday coming up more feelings of nostalgia arise. When mom and gram share baby stories or whenever I pull out the scrap book that Gram made me after PopPop died...I like looking at pictures and old gas and electric bills...
So friends- I took some pictures yesterday. And I'm going to share two- and I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest- Todd has them- I have them. Maybe I'll make a mug one day and give it to Fancy on his/her 21st birthday to embarrass him/her. I guess I just wanted proof- of what? Who knows. This whole making a baby experience has taught me to appreciate my body. To feel proud of what I'm capable of (I say this BEFORE birth, mind you, check in with me in a few weeks ;-)
So...remember, if you don't have anything nice to say...come sit by me, dear.
Cliche...I know...but softening around the edges does wonders, eh?
There's the belly. Thirty-nine weeks, five days.
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(note- head was included in original version...but...I don't want to ruin my chances for running for president...)
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and wow that black & white is just beautiful, what every woman hopes to look like at 40 weeks but few can achieve.
and i'm jealous of the heart one - i couldn't do it because of the nasty stretched out hole my belly ring left!
but now, enough about bellies - i cannot WAIT until this blog is filled with pics of the fancy!
I cant believe that is you!
Happy Mother's Day.
And seriously awesome pictures, you are like the model pregnant chick. And I've determined that the only naked preg bells I like seeing are my friends. That's ok with me :)
And keep that Fancy in there! I've got Wednesday in the pool!
I am a master poser- and believe me I deleted everything that poses couldn't disguise. I recommend you all try- even if it is just to keep them for yourself.
cheers.