I am so bad at getting these done now. And bad at getting non-blurry pictures. And bad at posting them. Wow.
On the positive side - I'm doing something. Which will be really nice in a year or two when the memories of this amazing, precious time start to really fade. When I'm looking at my 21 month old daughter thinking, "how were you ever inside of me?" and "how did you get so big?" Probably right before I think, "Where did my sweet baby go?" and "I can't believe you just made that much of a mess."
I've been looking back at my pictures from Owen - same crummy photos - different background - and just in awe that he was ever in that giant belly. (Which, incidentally, I think WAS actually bigger than it is this time, if that's possible.) I wish I could jump back and re-experience some of that time again. Not that I don't LOVE LOVE LOVE him being here.
It's just such an incredible time.
