All this talk of homeschooling, painting, unpacking and construction: you might have forgotten there is a Bunkin in my oven.
As busy as I have been, I have come pretty close to forgetting myself at times. I certainly haven't doted on my unborn as oft as I usually do. But, despite my neglect of talking, posing, and introspecting on the life within me, Bunkin is in there and continues to grow and flourish, stretching my skin and tickling my insides all the live long day.
This week marks the second week of being in my third and FINAL trimester, a wonderfully exciting (and a bit nerve-wracking) milestone. Wonderfully eciting because what pregnant woman WANTS to be pregnant for eternity?!? Not I. I'd love to meet this wee one soon. Like today.
Yet, on the other hand...it is a bit nerve-wracking because I am still deep in the throws of deep cleaning and have only just begun the task of unpacking. Unpacking one room. Granted, the room is the kitchen-where the most stuff (in our case, anyway) resides, but still. ONE room-not yet completed. I fret and I worry that Bunkin is going to come and be welcomed in an unfriendly, non-homey abode that reeks of paint and cardboard til eternity. I SO want to be settled in by the time our sweet Bunkin is born. It is my greatest wish at this point.
I realized the other day that the last time I posted a photo of myself was at 16 1/2 weeks...nearly 13 weeks ago! I thought it high time, despite the fact that my tripod is still packed away in some dark and dusty place. What resulted were these Headless Horseman shots. Gotta love that. No one sees my double chin! ;-)
But when I starting looking on the computer at them...I was shocked! I don't look any bigger than what I was at 16 1/2 weeks! May I remind you what I looked like then- WAY back when?!?
Now tell me, for 13 weeks later, is that not just insane???
I had a midwife appointment today and after measuring me, she assured me I was fine. In fact, I am measuring at 30 1/2 weeks. How this is possible I know not. I feel like poor little Bunkin just hasn't been growing, though each night as my insides twist and are jostled about, I know that can't be true.
Well anyway. Headless and not really all that impressive of a belly will have to do for now. I'll try to take a few more sometime soon. That is, after I practice jutting out my chin, aiming my camera heavenward, getting a breast reduction, finding a highly unflattering but very belly revealing dress and putting a pillow under there for some belly boost.
Yeah. That should do it.