You know those pictures that bring a smile to your face but don’t seem quite fit for a frame or a page in your scrapbook? I like those kinds of pictures. Candid, off-centre, out of focus, poor lighting.
Last night I had a dream that we had a baby girl and Steve said that I could name her Anneliese. I said, “I don’t want to name her that if you really hate it.
It’s me! It’s me! If any of you read Adele’s blog you may very well recognize this photo. Yes, it’s of me. At nearly four months pregnant.
I love the daily visits I get from some of the interesting characters who come to our church. One lady makes a stop at the church every afternoon. She is a sweetheart and she cracks me up.
A few of the mommy blogs I read feature entries all about projectile puke and poop. I wonder how moms get so accustomed to being exposed to vile bodily fluids all day long. It’s a wonder.
I have heard people say that a pregnant belly will suddenly “pop” out and one morning you’ll wake up looking much more with child than you did the day before.