Photo-a-day

Last month I tried to do a photo-a-day challenge, because I thought it would keep me entertained in my current barren wasteland of a home. Turns out it was hard to do during the bunny-eating training I was in. So why not try again in January. It's a new year, so I can do whatever I want, right? Besides, hopefully this will keep me entertained, since Señor Marine left for overseas three days ago, and, as he kindly put it during our one substantial phone call, "You're a little emotionally unstable this week, aren't you?"

Feel free to join in. Here is the best of the photo-a-day lists I have found (I'm not creative enough to think of one on my own. Maybe next month if I can keep up with it in January). I think this would be very boring to do on my own. Kae has offered to donate a picture a week, but we will see how that holds up once her belly explodes out a baby.

That is about all the nuggets of entertainment I have to offer. I am currently the only female in my barracks, which means I am not allowed anywhere by my room and the front door. So while I sit patiently at the front door, the boys in the barracks are upstairs making homemade hot cocoa for everyone. I think they agree with my husband's assessment this week, as they have been over the top with homemade hot cocoa and sitting lamely at the front door with me because they think it's sad I sit alone and watch Grey's Anatomy on my computer. But whatever, I'll take hot cocoa out of the deal.

Before I sign off to get my delicious chocolate, this is my current song of the week. Enjoy!

Bee out.

Maternity photo fails

I was going to go all cutesy and call it a photo phail, but that just looked so very wrong...

Anyway, if you read Bee's last post, you'll see how very much she has been wanting me to take maternity photos. I'm not sure if it's because she doesn't want me to look back and feel that I've missed capturing the precious memories of waddling, lack of oxygen, and 9 months of vomitting or if she wanted to feel included in the pregnancy even though her undisclosed location is thousands of miles away. Or she's just a creeper. Either way, I started to consider maybe trying for some maternity snapshots. And then, my friend Marina said she wanted to see my belly's current state and if I didn't post some pictures, she was going to come over to my house to look at me. Which wasn't at all disturbing or awkward. But it did get the film rolling.

33 weeks (maybe? I don't remember) Maybe if Aquaman had a model who could keep her opinions/instructions/harping to herself, these photo shoots would happen more often. ( I think I was giving really important instructions, though. Something along the lines of, "My boots are super cute. Are you zooming out to get my boots in the picture?")

 

 

That look of utter exhaustion complements the outfit nicely, doesn't it? This was taken after 4+ hours at the social security card office where we learned Matilda can't get a social security number and may not be able to get citizenship. But, whatever, I had dressed up to leave the house and we were documenting the outfit as well as the bump.

 

 

35 weeks? At any rate, well past the point where horizontal stripes are a good idea.

 

 

37 weeks. (This is the only one I'm sure of since it was taken tonight and I remember taking it). I don't know what Aquaman has against getting my cute boots in the picture. Enjoy admiring how the black t-shirt that fit 2 weeks ago is on it's last elastic leg.

 

And this last one is because I'm nothing if not vain. I want you to admire my hair. Aquaman's sister gave me the most amazing hair product ever and I'm pretty sure my natural frizz  curls will forever be supermodel worthy. See every picture on this blog prior to this one for proof of the before and after miracle. (Bee, are your curls listening to my shameless advertising?)

 

 

Aaand...that concludes a whirlwind tour of my belly's last month. For actual good maternity outfits/pics, go see my favorite blogger, Grace. And for laughs that will maybe make you snort and scare any young children near you, go see Ashley (who Grace got me hooked on. It's a small, small internet world for me.)

 

 

--Kae--