A Planetary Bump.

I made myself take some pictures tonight-- despite the fact that my stomach now feels so huge that I have to crawl up the stairs on all fours--because I doubt I'll want to again before D-day.

Jason and I got a little crazy on Saturday night. Jason came up with the idea that we should go to Hobby Lobby (mind you, it was already, like, 8 at night) to get supplies to make Adelyn's first scrapbook. So we wandered the aisles of craft central until the store announced it was time for the last call on super glue.

I started putting it together this week, filling each page with all of her ultrasound photos and a few shots of me pregnant and Jason and I before our world was overrun by all-things baby. And I left the last 10 pages blank, for one last look at my planetary mid-section and--hopefully--some shots of us at the hospital when Adelyn makes her grand entrance.

I feel impossibly bigger each day I wake up. We went to the doctor yesterday, where I found out that Adelyn is already 3 pounds, 11 ounces and has a head full of hair that can be clearly seen through a 2d ultrasound and that I'd managed to gain four pounds in a mere five days. Behold the power of Easy Mac for breakfast.

And here's a shot of my poor, tortured furbaby Louie. He got scalped at the groomer's this week thanks to a neglectful mother who hadn't brushed out his mattes in a month. He's embarrassed and ashamed of the new 'do.