Sometime in September the photo card reader in our computer decided to quit working, so my pictures have been backing up. I haven’t taken a “belly shot” since 18.5 weeks, so we plan to do that tonight or tomorrow and it’ll be a fun 10 week contrast. I feel huge and I suspect there is a body dismorphia symptom that goes along with pregnancy people don’t talk about that often. There is no way that you can reconcile how huge you feel with how you actually look – so when you look in the mirror you may see a sizable sea creature, but somehow the pregnancy fairy dust make you feel all glowy and beautiful (some days). It’s a crazy game those little hormones play. And I’m ok with that because I get to wear stretchy pants to my hearts content.
Our little peacock finally put on her costume after Amos modeled it for her first. She had so much fun trick-or-treating and didn’t once ask to eat a piece of the candy she collected. And she collected quite a bit. It seems the cuter your costume, the more handfuls of candy you are allowed to grab. And here in Birmingham, the hosts don’t place a piece of candy in your bag, but they hold a huge bowl of candy and let you grab your own. Iyla was happy to help herself. I handed out tiny bags of mini pretzels to a few groups of trick-or-treaters and was rejected. One kid actually took the pretzels back out of his bag, told me “I don’t want that” and handed it back to me. So much for trying to be healthier. These are the kids whose parents are driving in a car slowly down the street instead of walking with their kids. I feel like a crotchety old lady saying “this is what’s wrong with our country!” but it kind of is. I sent the candy Iyla collected to work with Chris. Iyla prefers cashews anyway.
Lastly, I spent a few minutes experimenting with my new wide-angle lens at sunset next to the train tracks behind our house. Stay tuned for belly pics and my compulsory rant on gender. Yeah, in case I didn’t state it clearly earlier – we’re having a boy!!!