As of this morning, I am four centimeters dilated, eighty percent effaced, and the baby's head is tucked below my pubic bone. How am I not in labor? The good doctor says confidently, "Oh, soon, any day!" I think I will be suing the man if I end up going to my due date. They did an ultrasound, too, and guessed the baby's weight to be around six and half pounds, which is very relieving to me. I can do that, I can do six-something. No sweat!
Also, I decided to break my face-anonymous policy, in a grand, "Oh, screw it, I'm showing off the whole fam!" style. I mean, I HAVE to post pictures of the delicious newborn, right, so why not do a grand reveal of everybody? Here we are- you may compliment my child's astounding beauty now!
Here are Jim and Addy in their new jerseys. Every time Addy puts hers on, she runs to the closet and makes Jim get his out, too.
Here is the obligatory hair photo. Please note that it looks better, in my opinion, when it is blown dry and straightened and styled, as it was at the salon, but I am not very good at it yet, and also it is too hot to attempt anything involving extra heat in the bathroom. So scrunching it is.
And here we have the belly in all its glory.
Here's a recent shot of Addy. Lucky girl will never need mascara, unlike her eyelash-challenged mother.