Well…I know people hate me for not taking more belly photos.
I know it.
But it’s harder than you would imagine.
When we first got pregnant I had all these visions of taking a photo every week in the same place with the same clothes on and with the camera always the same distance from my ever expanding frame. You know…true scientific documentation. Geeky stuff.
That didn’t happen.
Not even close.
Every time we would remember to take a photo I would be in the middle of shoving a hot dog down my face or having not had a shower for days or lounging in a t-shirt that would have fit me when I was 12 but now was just coving my boobs and the top half of my stomach.
Not something you’d want to post on the web.
Not to mention that the first five months of my pregnancy I really just looked like I had one to many the night before.
So this Saturday, at one of my last gigs before Clare (BC), Andrew and I finally remembered to take a photo. I had makeup on, I was all dressed nice and my hair didn’t look like Winston had just coughed it up so we decided then was as good of a time as any.
Now the poor girl doesn’t have to wonder if she was adopted.
I like to call that the, “Your mom used to be Johnny Cash before she pushed you out of her” pose.
So that’s it. Don’t expect me to remember to take one when we are rushing to the hospital too early cause we think that having one contraction means she is coming in twenty minutes.
Seriously though…I’m in the wrong job. Even if I had a huge pregnant belly that guitar would hide it. I’m thinking about belly dancing for the next pregnancy. That way people just know.
“Oh you don’t have to ask if I’m pregnant because I’m shaking it around with jewels all over it.”
Someone literally asked me on Saturday night where I was playing next. Not to blame them but…I just stared with my jaw open and then said, “The hospital” while pointing to my belly.
They still didn’t get it so Care had to explain.
“Oh. Well, she’s having a baby in just a couple weeks. So…she won’t be playing again until January.” she said with a forgiving smile while I tried to push my stomach out further.
Maybe I just need to buy tighter close.
In other parts of my world: I thought I’d clean the entire house today. So I had a cup of coffee, which in the end is just making me shake while not cleaning.