A few more photos from our maternity shoot this past weekend. We decided to take them at the apple orchard and got super lucky with the light! Can't wait to get the prints and put these in frames!
We had a little maternity shoot this past weekend (I'll share some more photos later this week) and since I was just a few days shy of 32 weeks I decided I'd post these as part of my unofficial maternity series. My mum kept saying my bump looks like a pumpkin!
So... 32 weeks. I can't even believe it! That means we're four away from our big ultrasound and eight away from the big day! Apparently baby is now the size of a honeydew and let me tell you I feel every one of those four and a half pounds; I can't get up without a significant amount of effort and I'm pretty much tired at all times. And yet I'm liking this time period more than any other. I've felt much more connected to baby as I now am well aware of his/her sleeping patters, I feel it's little hands and feet pushing out and those baby hiccups are oh so cute! I told husby yesterday that I feel like he or she is my little bff - we do everything together! Quite literally!
We're making progress in practical aspects as well! We put up the crib this weekend, had our first hypnobirthing class yesterday and my list of things to do/buy is shorter than it's ever been!
Thank you so much for all your sweet comments and support, I really, really appreciate them all!
P.S. If any of you have had experience with hypnobirthing or know someone who did I would love to hear about it!
By this past Saturday morning we were finally bug and humidity free! We woke up to cold floors which demanded we don woolly socks immediately and hide out under the covers until the heat warmed up the house. For the rest of the day I proceeded to make all my autumnal dreams come true - we pulled out the flannel, made pumpkin pancakes and apple pumpkin bread (I'm a firm believer that there is NO such thing as "too much pumpkin"), went on a walk to take in the leaves and lunched on butternut squash soup. It really was the perfect day. I tell you this next to Christmas (it's totally a tie that no one could break) is my favorite time of the year. For some reason sweaters, ruddy cheeks, snow and crisp breezes are when I'm in my element. I suppose it's quite exciting that our baby will be born into this most wonderful time of the year. Though I must admit I am praying to everything holy that baby comes no later that his/her due date as I know how much people hate when their birthday is too close to Christmas. After all it's such a monster of a holiday (in the best way possible of course). Here's to hoping!
