Apparently, I am a nut about taking pictures of my growing belly. I like to think this is less a consequence of vanity and more the result of a few other things. First, I’m a picture taker by nature. I get it from my dad. I like to document, document, document. Second, when I found out I was having two, I searched like a wild woman for pictures of twin bump progression because I guess I had some sick need to know what kind of
damage changes I had just signed myself up for. Third (and probably most importantly), every single one of my closest friends and my entire family live between 300 and 4500 miles away. Not a single one is nearer.
So, I get regular requests for bump pics.
And, lordy, do I take ’em.
Peruse if you so please.
4 weeks: Pajamaed and looking VERY awkward; Note to self: Never stare into your own eyes while taking a selfie.
5 weeks: I swore I could see something 🙂
7 weeks: I decided I wanted to take photos every week in the same location and wearing all black. The result? Eeehhhhh, you’ll see. Watch how long it lasts..
9 weeks: Clothed
9 weeks: Bare
13 weeks: Getting bored of weekly black clothed belly shots
13 weeks: Bare
15 weeks: Still hiding it easily
18 weeks: I was convinced I was growing BIG TIME up until now, but this is when things actually heat up
19 weeks: Hiking when I shouldn’t be. What you don’t see is me on the way down, having to lay down every 50 meters because I am so dizzy I’m afraid I’ll fall off the mountain. This is when I started taking my OB’s advice to slow down seriously.
20 weeks: The official halfway point (even though mine was technically a week prior)
23 weeks: I have grown tired of taking pictures of my belly, so The Artsy Engineer has taken to sneaking them. Here I’m getting ready for bed. And apparently taking a moment to marvel at the rapid growth.