Can I just say IT WAS HARD TO GET THIS PHOTO...
Ha.
I could do a post on out takes alone. My face is so serious because every time I would try to smile I would move my hand and almost drop my camera. I laughed at myself for the ten minutes it took to grab this one shot.
Today marks 11 weeks. The photo is from 10 weeks.
No, not one, one my regular jeans fit. That is without the aid of a rubber band looping through the button hole and over the button. Even that if beginning to be uncomfortable.
A couple of things.
Last week I came to a startling realization. The weight I held pre-pregnancy is almost the weight I carried as I walked into the hospital to deliver Carly. I use to be a TINY thing. And now I have to think of the size I will be +25 - 35 pounds. Grief. I just want to forget about numbers all together.
I am a bag lover. LOVER. Why is the thought of diaper bags is not so fun? The ones I have seen at stores are pretty cheesy and downright expensive. Can I get away with a big purse. This one is pretty pricey but I could see myself carrying it always. It seems large enough to fit everything and maybe even the baby. Help me recall what goes in a diaper bag. All I can think of is diapers, wipes, hooter hider, pacifier, back up pacifier.
You are probably thinking I have got a lot of remembering to do. I am too.
On the adoption front, we are still waiting to enter IBESR. We have been waiting to enter since late January when I traveled there to drop off my dossier. The wait is for an abandonment paper. One paper. Hopefully, it comes in sooner than later and we can get into this office and begin our official wait.
Must go now. Time to eat, or else.
