Self Portrait

Starting Week 39. Buby + I paid a visit to "THE BELLY DOCTOR" this morning. I love this guy. He spends a lot of time just shooting the breeze with Buby before talking to me. They are buddies. He tells me stories of crazy deliveries {because I'm a sensational junky} and keeps preparing me that this baby~though she may not come today or tomorrow~may come FAST! When Dr. S. walked into the room today, Buby was behind me sitting in a chair eating his Goldfish pretzels, drinking water + swinging his legs. Buby asked him, "YOU TAKING BABY OUT OF BELLY TODAY?" Dr. said "Maybe, we'll see." My heart skipped. But the exam showed I'm not quite dilated to 1 + I'm only 60%-70% effaced. The baby's head is down, extremely low, and in great position for delivery. So just waiting for the contractions to begin.

Upon returning home, Buby + I played outside. It was considerably chillier than yesterday's heat wave {hence the layers}, but Buby craved some quality time with his tricycle + fishing pole. I felt like I was walking 2 kids around the neighborhood. Forget about basketball. I think I've graduated to a jumbo-size beach ball. Here's my attempt at a self portrait with baby girl. Buby's casting his fishing pole in the background... In the first shot I faced a huge mirror that's hanging on the side of our house {leftover from a magazine shoot 2 summers ago}.

Is this for real?!? I hope I still slightly resemeble my pre-pregnant self with the exception of this GINORMOUS BELLY which makes it super duper tricky to tie my shoes, turn over in bed, get up from a chair, you name it. Was I this big with Buby? Just about. The good doctor thinks {from my measurements} that Bleu will be a little bit smaller than Buby was at 8 lbs, 2.5 ounces, but no guarantees. I don't have tiny babies.