I feel like this entry should be entitled "Much Hugeness" but in real life people keep saying, "Really? You don't look like you're that far along" so clearly there is a disconnect between my perception and reality.
As much fun as these close-up belly shots are, I wanted to post a shot of what I look like with shoulders and a head. I tried a self-portrait, but unlike some people I do not have the ability to take beautiful ones. (See?) (Also I apparently need to clean my mirror.)
Instead, here is a picture of me that Bryan took the other day so that we could email it to his co-worker who predicts the sex of babies based on the shape of their mothers in the seventh month.
(RAAAAWR! If my limp, lifeless hair does not get you, the bags under my eyes certainly will. There is no escape!)
By the way, her prediction: girl. If any of the rest of you are into the whole predicting-the-sex-of-the-baby-from-the-shape-of-the-mother thing, fall to it. I'm curious.
So far pretty much everyone who has ventured a guess thinks it's a girl. Jennifer (who came to visit for my birthday last week, which I forgot to tell you - it was great) is convinced it's a boy, but she's the sole holdout. Some people haven't vouched an opinion. I think my father-in-law is really hoping for a boy; Bryan is the only son of an only son of an only son, so it's pretty much up to us to carry on the family name.
Personally, I'm getting girl vibes. I'd be equally happy if it's a boy, though. Boys are great! He'd have so much fun with his cousin!
Only eight weeks (ten at the very outside) until this kid gets off my bladder. More importantly, only eight weeks until we get to meet her.
I really, really can't wait.