We tried to get a picture of the whole family after church on Christmas morning.
Not bad for a "set the cheap camera and run back to your spot" picture!
And I really hate pregnant pictures of myself (I think I have two pictures between 3 pregnancies), but since I had the nice Christmas tree as a backdrop, I told Colonel Mustard to take a picture-- quick before I changed my mind. Someday I might want to remember how huge I was...and I probably won't want to remember the panic attacks I keep having because they are growing so fast I am certain sometimes I'm going to suffocate from lack of air!
6 Months (roughly)
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