Well, today is my expected due date, and as of eight in the morning… no baby yet. Not that I’m getting impatient I took the last few days off from blogging as I made final preparations and edited the last photos on my list for the studio.
As I mentioned in my recent detox water post, we were relieved recently when the weeks of rain finally let up and gave us a good opportunity to get outside and take some maternity photos.
During my pregnancy, I’ve learned a great deal about taking care of myself and loving myself. I’ve learned that my capacity to love anyone is directly related to my ability to love myself.
Sometimes it seems like no matter how far you get in life or in business there are always people who are a million miles ahead of you.
When I look around Pinterest for ideas for our nursery, I notice that very few nurseries have potted plants in them.
Last week we celebrated our third wedding anniversary. Since I’m in the home stretch of my pregnancy, we decided to stick to nearby locations.
Today marks the end of my 35th week of pregnancy, tomorrow will be the start of the 36th — it’s a big milestone for me because I really wanted to have my birth at St Joseph’s North Hospital (in Lutz, Florida), a level 1 hospital that can only do births of 36 weeks or older.
I’ve had to give up a few things I normally enjoy during this pregnancy (Margaritas!), and last month I thought ice cream was going to be one of them.
Right about the time I started developing a baby bump I started noticing something… everybody else had one too. I don’t mean everyone was fat.
I don’t remember my first OB visit very well. Maybe it’s because there was a flood of information, or maybe I was too full of nerves and excitement to form coherent memories.
