I mean, I've had big babies in the past, so it's not out of the realm of possibility, but won't it just beat all if I have a tiny little baby after this huge belly? Then the ugly truth regarding my consumption of mass quantities of chocolate covered pretzels will be revealed.
Now I feel nervous about having a small baby . . . I am utterly ridiculous. Ignore me.
Anyway, do you remember all those school assignments where you had to compare and contrast two stories or events? I always got very bored with them, I don't know why, but I thought it would be fun to show you pictures of me ready to burst with the other children, for comparison.
Then I actually looked at the pictures and my project became distinctly less fun. I don't know if these pictures will help or hinder your guesses, but what the heck. I can be a good sport.
I have no picture of my belly with Francie since I was pregnant in the olden days of no digital camera, and I can't seem to find an actual photo to scan. She was 8 lbs 9oz, but I didn't look as big with her since that was WAY back when my abs and uterine wall actually cared.
Now they just throw in the towel right around 9 weeks.
Here I am one week before my due date with Fiver. If I knew that he was going to be two weeks late, therefore putting me three weeks away from having a baby, I might not have been smiling so much. He was 8 lbs 15oz.
Enjoy my shiny forehead and nose in this picture. This is me about a week before I had Sally, my biggest baby (9 lbs. 3 oz)
Here is just my belly a week before I had Bun. I remember directing Rob to only shoot the baby belly because I looked like crap on toast for that whole pregnancy. Bun was my smallest baby at 7lbs 12oz, but 3 weeks early.
So there you go -- more presentations of my pregnant belly than you could have ever possibly dreamed of wanting.
I'm feeling ready, my friends . . .