the ever growing belly

i know i haven't posted much about the pregnancy lately. it's not because i haven't wanted to. in fact, i had every intention of writing my sweet jude a letter every week, which would also include a pregnancy update, but the truth is, i just still feel pretty terrible. i keep hoping i'll reach that magnificent moment when all of the sudden you just notice that you feel better (with ruby that happened around 23 or 24 weeks); but i'm now almost 31, and still feel lousy, have no energy, haven't much of an appetite, etc, etc. so i've now swallowed the fact that i probably won't feel better until this little one is out of me. and then it's just a whole new set of pains that mostly have to do with sleep deprivation...and breastfeeding...and if i remember right, (i mean, it has been over 5 years) i recall the recovery not being the biggest party of the century either. now i'm starting to sound like a big bag of complaints. i do realize that these things just come with the territory, and are really such a small sacrifice in comparison to the blessing of a new little one. i can't wait to meet this sweet baby boy.

i have, however, despite the fact that i loathe being in front of the camera, tried to get some sort of belly shot every week, just to document it's perpetual growth. i seriously feel like it's getting bigger by the day...at least that can be said of my buns and thighs without question. it's funny, too, how different outfits can really accentuate the belly (and buns and thighs). like, take a look at week 23, for example. hmmmm.....i'm starting to wonder if perhaps blue's not really my color??