At first I didn't want to post this picture...anywhere...ever because there's so much of me in it. But it makes me chuckle to think of the difference an epidurla makes. The delivery room had Wi-Fi so I got to email and Facebook while Justin got some work done.
This dress began as a normal men's dress shirt. I have a crafty friend who has another crafty friend with the idea and a pretty good tutorial on how to make it. It was fun to make and more fun to see her in it. I have more shirts to transform, but this is my first attempt.
I figure if I go into labor while trimming I could really milk that to the grave. Sometimes I imagine my husband coming home to see me doing something hard and him showering me with sympathy. But in reality, he's proud of me for getting the job done...which is nice to.
Since Disney World last month I really have been a slug in my own home, but during my last doctor's appointment he encouraged me to stay active to help the baby come along. Sooooo, I trimmed, mowed and weeded the yard. It took me FIVE hours to get it all done. When I'm not pregnant, it take only about three. Now this is an ordinary event for most of you, but try doing it without being able to bend at the waist.