The bump

When Jeff’s brother Greg came into town about a week ago we decided to take advantage of having a fellow photographer around for some maternity shots since I haven’t quite mastered the self-portrait. I had been fulfilling the “barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen” stereotype all morning preparing a family reunion meal, so my ankles were swollen about three times their normal size and my feet barely fit in my flip flops. Ahhhh, the joys of pregnancy. But there have been many requests for bump shots, so without further ado, here is the belly in all its glory. 35 weeks down, 3 to go? 4? 5? Hopefully not 6 or 7?