Self-photography is hard.
Especially from a sideways angle.
But nevertheless, due to popular demand, I endeavored to persevere, and all that.
I clicked the camera no less than 49 times and still didn't get one I liked.
But I quit because I had to go to the chiropractor.
And my trigger-fanger was gittin' sore.
So without further ado:
Hey, at least part of my belly made it into that one.
Here, Nathan came in and started making me laugh. (And I.... missed.)
Well, he mainly rolled his eyes. Then he suggested I wear something lighter for better exposure.
I told him that this was the cutest thing I have to wear.
He rolled his eyes again.
I told him to be glad I wasn't posing naked. He rolled his eyes even more.
Awwww... I give up.
This'll have to do.
(Yep, that's my cute lil' bump at 33 weeks. Aieee.)