Today’s outfit is a two-for-one because originally I had intended to be photographed in my fancy outfit for the baby shower/Sprinkle my friend Angela was throwing for me. I had the perfect dress all picked out and two months ago it had looked absolutely adorable with the bump. Now, however, it looked misshapen and awful, and my belly was so huge it brought the front length of the dress up so far it would have been indecent without leggings. Of course I’d have worn leggings no matter what as a measure to both keep warm and prevent the need to shave my legs, but I felt dumb in it, really dumb, and I have a policy against wearing things that make me look dumb.
At the last minute I switched to a black floral vintage long-sleeved shirt that I wore like a cardigan, and since the Sprinkle had a tea party theme I wore my vintage pearls and a hot pink tank top I normally reserve as a dress for Isobel. Once I was ready and all was said and done I didn’t have time to run outside and take maternity shots so I snapped a few in the mirror with my phone.
After I returned home from the Sprinkle I immediately slipped into something more comfortable, which is sort of a joke because you can’t get much more comfortable than pulling up extra long jersey pants up to your ears (thank you, traveling maternity box!), but it was getting late and cold and I needed more than a wispy vintage film covering my shoulders. At that point I realized I hadn’t really taken my maternity photo and the light was almost gone.
It was cold and dark and Isobel didn’t want to have any part of standing outside in such harsh conditions so I ran outside myself and snapped a few photos. It was so dark that I had to lighten them the best I could in post and some of these photos turned out better than others based on the amount of visible light. But I managed to get them done and I’m proud of that.
In addition to being two inches larger than I was at nearly 42 weeks last time this pregnancy is so rough on me physically that I’m ready to be done with it even though I still have a million loose ends to tie up first. Getting any sort of sleep is extremely difficult for a multitude of different reasons, I’m constantly sick from Crohn’s, and my anxiety is a resting threat level Orange. One of my best friends in the world, Jenn and her husband Chris, have generously driven up from LA to spend several days as my workhorses trying to get things ready for the baby and generally calm my nerves. They arrived in time for the shower and even though I am obviously huger than I’ve ever been in my life, Jenn noticed that the parts of me that weren’t huge looked skinnier, and I don’t doubt this is the case. It’s hard for me to eat at all, and then when I do eat I get pretty ill, so hopefully baby Elias is strip-mining what he needs from my body. I can make up the rest later.
Yesterday was the most fun I’ve ever had at a baby shower (aside from the one I threw for Angela when she was pregnant with Kingston because Stef created an elaborate Pin The Diaper On The Baby game but most of them ended up on her husband Justin’s butt). It was perfect because it really wasn’t like a baby shower in the traditional sense. It was just food (amazing food) and a giant bitch session for hours with some of my favorite people on the planet. I haven’t had any quality lady time in a long while and really all I’m capable of doing is sitting and talking at this point, so that’s what we did. Since Chris and Jenn had just rolled into town in time for the shower, and because we had a number of cancellations, we invited Chris to stay (which he did, what a trooper!) and enjoy the delicious bounty and fragrant tea and incessant ladybitching. Justin and Anthony took the kids to the movie and eventually they came back to the house, too, so it was full of laughter and conversation. It was so full of laughter and conversation, actually, that Kingston and Isobel told us multiple times that we were too loud and we needed to keep it down.
Despite the knowledge that I’d get really very horribly sick later in the day, I couldn’t help but eat and eat and eat at the party. Angela had really outdone herself between homemade food and a visit to a fancy bakery for petit fours. The spread was amazing and you better believe I didn’t go home without a purse full of to go boxes filled bounty. Everyone loved the food and probably ate more than was wise.
A wonderful bonus to inviting professional photographers to your parties is that they might snap a few photos for you, and even their cell phone shots will come out better than if you took 500 all by yourself. Thanks so much, Chris, for the photos, Angela & Justin for hosting and working your asses off, to Mel for the favors, and Ellen, Laura who made the drive over to celebrate my son’s start in life. I love you all.