For his recent birthday, I presented my husband with an album full of photos documenting the growth of my belly over the past nine months. My good friend N is an incredible photographer, and I enlisted her help in a covert belly photo shoot. I also included every ultrasound beauty shot ever taken of the kid. When my husband opened the album, he burst into tears. Success!
Here are some highlights:
22 weeks (please excuse boobie attempting to escape nightgown)
23 weeks (please excuse bra attempting to escape tank top)
A portrait of two bellies:
Slightly indecent for public consumption, but only a few friends and my mom read this, so what the hell?