December 2nd, 2019. Writing the date feels weird. It’s ONLY December 2nd? And it’s ALREADY December 2nd? Both of those responses happened at the same time in me basically.
Some days we get pretty portraits in my favorite light in our beautiful apartment... And some days we rent a hotel downtown for our very last birthing class and then skip it anyway and STILL manage to not get any photo except a sleepy iPhone selfie where we’re cuddled on the bed. I mean, I’m not saying that happened tonight. But I’m not saying it didn’t happen either. 😅 (71 days in with these self portraits though & haven’t missed a day. I totally count the iPhone memories 😂❤️)

December 3rd, 2019. 36 weeks pregnant. And a headless (very very tired) husband. 🤪 (does your spouse also put a pillow over their head to fall asleep if the lights are on?)

December 4th, 2019.