Belly Progression Pics, the Blooper Version.

What’s life without bloopers, eh?

Let’s all give Brian a hand for being patient with me as I insist he take 3,000 pictures so that I can find one decent shot.  Typically, we have to wade through a lot of the likes of these before I’m satisfied:

 “I’m number one!” (Inside family joke that I hope to share one day.) 

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 “Wait… Is that a cupcake on the counter?  Can we hurry this up?”

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“Thanks for rushing me this morning.  I love rushing.”

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“Does this arm position accentuate my love handles?”

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“Oh, we are up to sneaky business… finding out the gender and all…”

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 “I.  AM.  SMILING.”

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 “Oh, you think you’re funny, do ya?”

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“Teeth check.”

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“Hrmph.”

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 Sometimes when I’m VERY excited about a gift (my bumper slats!), I show my appreciation by making this face.

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And sometimes Esther likes to join the fun.

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 “I’m ready for my close up… HOLD IT.  Are those tiki torches still in our yard?”

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 “I love when I’m trying to take a pregnancy picture and my dog wants to lick her privates.”

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 “Preggo distracto…”

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 “Tell me all your secrets about this magical body wash and how it makes babies eternally happy.”

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“Gnats?!”

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 “I think I’m lost.”

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“Ahhh, so this is a soft blanket is because babies like soft things?  Interesting…”

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“Do I look like the Kool Aid man?”

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“That’s all, folks!”

(For now…)

(The nicer belly shots are here.)

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(Con’t 10/11)

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(Con’t 10/21)