Baby, you’re my Boo.

No.  That’s not what I whisper to my husband every time I lean in to kiss him.  I practically gag at any song on Top 4o that makes reference to someone being someone’s “Boo”.  That is, however, the “code line” that I must say if I am absolutely 100% positive and dying for an epidural. [...]

I don’t think you’re ready for this belly.

At the end of 32 weeks (literally days before the stretch mark explosion) I was lucky enough to meet up with some very good friends of ours for an amazing maternity photo shoot. We met Amy and Srinu Regeti about two years ago while planning our wedding. They ended up taking our engagement pictures around [...]

The end is near…

Wow. The end of 37 effing weeks! I can’t believe it. I’m “full term”…whatever that means. It’s actually kind of cruel to tell a woman she is “full term”. It makes it seem like there is some sort of concrete finality to everything in the very near future, but, in reality, I still don’t know [...]

I really do love this…

My little boys feet are always positioned just below my ribs these days, and while I suffer frequent kicks to the ribs and lungs, I absolutely LOVE being able to clearly feel and make out two tiny little feet.  I love poking them and massaging them and feeling them run up and down.  I’m sure [...]