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Posted on Apr 29, 2016

A Bump-date

Confession time.

When I found out I was pregnant, I immediately decided I would be like every good Pinterest-mommy of the modern day and take weekly progress photos of my belly.

My first chance to hop in front of the camera was Week 5.

5weekscollage

At this stage I felt fine – just tired. I was ecstatic about our little Peanut and more than happy to be in front of the camera (the absolute last place I ever want to be.)

I even had the energy to take a photo of Andrew.

5weeks-1

Doesn’t he just have that glow?

Week 6 came.

6weekscollage

I was more tired. I stupidly tried to attempt taking this picture by myself using the timer function on my camera. In order to do so, I had to slide our floor lamp in place as a stand in, run over and press the shutter button then run back over to the lamp, shove it out of the way and smile. I won’t tell you how many photos I got of the darn lamp or of me running. So, yeah, the smile got a liiiittle fatigued by the time all was said and done.

Week 7. I was so tired. The smile is there but my poor eyes say ‘give me sleep.’

7weekscollage

Week 8 was tough. I was nauseous. I was tired. Things hurt. I stood in front of the camera for about 15 seconds and said ‘We’re done.’

8weekscollage

And then noooooo photos. For an entire month. That’s what we call a fail, folks.

Weeks 9-12 consisted of rampant morning all-day sickness, exhaustion and an insane sense of smell that only served to heighten my nausea.

It looked something like this:

morningsickness

and this

sleep

 

In fact, to accurately depict my energy level over those weeks, let me point you toward the highly scientific and precise graph I drew up:energy

My insane sense of smell has made me question whether I am carrying a human or a hound. My arch nemesis has been our pantry. There is SOMETHING in there that smells disgusting to me. I don’t know what it is and it has been driving me crazy. It smells perfectly fine to Andrew. But it has turned me into a maniac. I could not open the pantry doors without gagging so I had to literally pinch my nose closed whenever I had to get something out of there.   What is that smell????? smell

My mom even painstakingly took everything out of the pantry, wiped down the shelves, ziplocked some of my smellier spices and put it all back nice and neat.

And I still smell it.

Finally, week 13 rolled around and I got up the energy to face the camera again.

13weekscollage

But wouldn’t you know it. My pregnancy brain did not remember that all along I have done 3 different poses. Nope, I just did 2. Sorry, Peanut. A Pinterest-mommy of the modern world I am not.

And I’m okay with that.

Now, to figure out what that @#$% smell is!

 

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