This one below has sort of become the "control" outfit- mostly cause I wear the swishy pants (made as wedding present from Brook lo these 4 years ago) so much that the "velvet" has worn off and the individual pants molecules are holding hands just to keep the whole thing together.
FINALLY, we are getting more impressive from the front!
I really need to vary my poses- I know. It's just that it becomes increasingly hard not to feel foolish taking these- and my face usually looks bored, or goofy, or both when I try to "smile for the camera". Whatever- we all know it's just belly you're interested in anyway!!
In baby development news- I now can feel kicks in two places at once, simultaneously, as she is big enough to touch both top and bottom of belly when she stretches out. Last night it looked like the creature from Alien was trying to burst forth from my belly- sounds horrible, but it cracked me and Gavin up for a good half hour (we don't get out much these days...).
OH! and Gavin and I are trying to swear off swearing. Mostly just the big bad ones. We are thinking that A: Usually cursing just means you are being lazy in your choice of words- we have way better ones to express ourselves, so we might as well use them and B: I don't cherish the idea of cursing so much around a baby- I know, I know, it's bound to happen, and for the first few months she wont really be picking up too much- but she'll be fresh and new and...I dunno, it couldn't hurt to lessen the sailor speak. SO the way it works is, when one of us slips up and uses an expletive, the other one has to call them out. That becomes a strike. You get 10 strikes and then your spouse gets a prize of their choice. So far, potential prizes have been a weeks worth of unlimited control of the remote, spouse has to do dog bathing for three months, or spouse does all the cooking and shopping duties for 2 weeks. Since SundayGavin has three strikes. I have none. HA! I think i have this one in the bag.