This week was my birthday week and I was given three great days by the pregnancy gods, including my birthday, so that was wonderful. I wasn’t feeling fantastic and full of energy, but given it was the first time in awhile I wasn’t actively suffering from something (migraines, Crohn’s, arthritis, terminal bitchface, etc) there was much rejoicing. I was feeling pretty huge and judging from these photos, I look pretty huge. Part of it is the outfit, because when I wear something with a slimmer profile and fit I don’t look so much like I’ve swallowed one of the globes I found while thrifting. Though that would be an ingenious way to shoplift, I neither recommend nor advocate globe-swallowing or shoplifting. It’s just bad form.
Early on in my pregnancy Isobel did ask if babies came out the mouth or the butt, and then she expressed her sincere disbelief in a baby being able to fit through someone’s mouth. I tried to explain to her the wonders of the human female body but she quickly changed the subject. I know, sweetheart. It’s not a fun revelation for anyone with a vagina. Though of course this baby, like Isobel herself, will bypass all that and come out straight through the stomach as I’m not at all a candidate for a VBAC. Also a horrifying thought.
At my last doctor appointment my doctor even theorized that I’m having a boy since my hormone shifts are maddeningly large and creating all sorts of new problems. I should have invited him to join Smalls’ betting pool. I bet my doctor would love his face on a onesie.
I only just noticed the brand tag on my favorite grandpa pants that I’m wearing here and they are called “Wendy Winter.” I love that! They are officially grandma pants, now, I guess, because I can’t imagine a brand angling for men naming their pants “Wendy,” but these babies will always be grandpa pants to me. I really like the shirt-cardigan combo I’m wearing. I bought the shirt a size too big, which I’m grateful for now, and although I’ve tried I’m really just too chicken to wear the shirt by itself. I always have to layer it to avoid feeling like I’m a walking highlighter. It’s not the easiest thing in the world so see, but Isobel and I decided to both wear pins that day. I’m wearing a vintage enamel daisy pin from the 60s and Isobel is wearing a fabulous pin made by Kelly of Let’s Die Friends. She is amazing and her shop is fantastic, so check her out! We got matching mother-daughter heart pins for Valentine’s day last year. Isobel is wearing a textured sweater dress with an interesting pattern woven into the yoke, but she’s holding up that bat toy so much it’s hard to see.
She’s not wearing shoes because she’s some sort of hobbit.
The bag I’m carrying is one of my favorite things that I own. It’s a piece of vintage Samsonite luggage and I would kill to see the whole set it came from originally. Even though it’s luggage I carry it all the time. It’s a good size to fit my laptop and binder if I need to meet someone for coffee and get some work done.