loafers: c/o wanted; jeans (m): motherhood; sweater: gap/david's side of the closet; necklace: gift from darcy; head scarf: vintage/my grandmother's
how stereotypically pregnant am i, stealing clothes from my husband?
at least it's not basketball shorts and tee shirts! i'm not saying i don't steal them, i'm just saying you're not seeing them on this here blog. it seems as though my wardrobe has slowly decreased while my trips to the ladies' room have slowly increased. my size has gone up while comfortable sleeping positions have gone down (i'm at 1 right now. 1 comfortable sleeping position). as junior spreads out, my lungs compress.
pregnancy has been a study in give and take.
i give up my size 3 body, i take away a heart more full than i ever expected it to be before meeting him.
it's a trade i've been happy to make. we feel undeserving of this blessing.
sorry for getting sentimental. i've tried to avoid turning this into a baby baby baby! blog (heaven knows there are plenty of those around...although i suppose you could say the same about fashion blogs ;) and i usually don't take myself too seriously on here. but some days, i'm not quite sure what else to write about. this baby takes up quite a bit of space in both my middle and my brain, especially as we get so close to meeting him.