I’d planned on doing the same thing, but I didn’t look pregnant for a while. (That black thing sticking out of my stomach is the tie on my shirt, not an insanely oddly shaped baby. But you probably guessed that).
And then I was kind of lazy about actually taking them. And then Bart went to New Mexico for work for an entire month and took the camera with him. So, you know, I’m blaming him.
But now he is home and it’s still reasonably light when I get home from work and now I can subject you to poorly taken pictures of me every single week. Don’t all thank me at once (Ralphie, please move next door. Thank you).