Here I am, at 22.5 weeks. Here I'm modeling my current favorite chilly-day outfit, because it's super-soft and does not bind in any way. Top is Old Navy Maternity from Mike's cousin and the pants were a gift from Babelbabe. And oh, how I love those pants.
Can you guess which side of the bed is mine? Hmm, let's see... closest to the bathroom? Check. Stacks of library books? Check. Humidifier and giant bottle of Aveeno hand lotion for the hydrationally-challenged? Double-check. Also, in the blue glass picture frame is not a picture of Mike and I, as you might suspect, but a picture of me squatting next to a giant pig.
I have a thing for animals in general, but I really like pigs.
So when I found out I was having a boy I just had to make a trip to Target to look at all the boy-specific items. As KJ warned, the boys get the short end of the stick when it comes to imaginative outfits. It's all t-shirts that proclaim DADDY'S LITTLE HELLRAISER and LADIES MAN, which I am no more likely to buy than the pink, sparkly girls' onesies that say PRETTY PRINCESS.
Maybe I'm looking something with a more productive, positive message, like GIVE PEAS A CHANCE or LOVE DESERVES EQUAL RIGHTS?
I was also warned repeatedly not to buy a bunch of baby stuff, assuming that we'll be receiving lots of clothing as baby gifts. Heck, what do I mean, "assuming"? I called my mom on her cell phone the other day, expecting her to be at work, and I caught her in the baby department at Belk's. SHE EVEN BOUGHT A CHRISTMAS OUTFIT ON SALE LAST DECEMBER, when I was approximately two minutes pregnant.
So I thought I would just buy one cute little hat with a puppy on the front.
One little hat is okay, right?
And then Bearette send me this hat, which is even better because she made it with her own hands, whereas I just paid the nice man for mine and put it in my purse:
I asked the lion to model so you could get a feel for how it would look on a baby.
And finally, just so Alex doesn't feel left out, here is a picture that is terrible in quality but makes me laugh all the same. Mike and I met my brother and his fiancee for brunch at Evening Star Cafe a couple of weeks ago (they were in town for a wedding) and I just had to stop at the posh dog boutique next door and buy Alex a two-dollar dog treat, much to Mike's horror.
Alex was riveted as soon as he caught a whiff of the bag.Apparently it tasted as good as it looked.