The Leen

Dear Child,

Please get out of my ribcage. It hurts when you’re all squished up in there.

Also, I love feeling your different appendages when you move around. It’s weird, but super cool. And your dad and I are sorry in advance if all our poking and prodding of you when you are moving is hurty or annoying…we just love feeling you in there!

Love,
Mama

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So, do you ever see a picture of yourself and think, not without a tinge of surprise and embarassment, “Oh, my God, I look like that?!”

That’s what I thought when I saw this photo, which our friend Joel took at the barista competition this weekend. Somehow, seeing a candid photo is way different than looking in a mirror at this point…I had no idea how much you can see my belly button. I think I need to start taping over it or something. (And I’m cracking up at our friend Dean behind me, who seems to be checking out my butt…)

It’s not that I’m complaining about how I look, necessarily. It’s more that it is just startling to realize I’m that huge, and that I’m going to get even bigger before this is all over. I don’t think of myself as being that pregnant…and then all of the sudden I get a glimpse of myself somewhere and I think, “WOAH. My belly is giant.”