Jen and I were good little fitness buffs last night and instead of going to the Sweet Tooth for a double scoop of something heavenly we went for a walk in the wilderness.
“Assuming your baby is healthy, she will be placed on your chest as soon as she’s delivered and you’ll be encouraged to nurse as soon as possible,” explained my petite, french-accented doctor this
This morning I had my 36-week prentatal appointment and all is well. Steve came along for the ride so he could meet our doctor and I am glad he was there.
A post pedicure shot.
I like to call my toes a saucy shade of Rich Girl Red.
Sometimes I forget how to use the timer on my camera.
This is my look of stunned confusion.
This photo is a little over a week old now. I’ll be 36 weeks on Friday.