
Knowing that if I didn't do it now, I would just be pleaded with for days until I agreed, up from the recliner (which has now become mommy's chair) I heaved myself. Luckily, I didn't have to go far. I made it to the wall that is about five feet from the chair and told TK that was as far as this little adventure was taking me. And so the modeling began...
Not too enthusiastic about it yet. Taking a glance down to see if I still have toes. I haven't seen them in a while so I like to check every now and then. j/k. I do have to be sitting down, but I can still see them. Standing is another story entirely. I have to bend WAY over, which is also quite a task. Moving on....

I figured it was probably a good idea to look like pregnancy wasn't absolutely miserable. A smile couldn't hurt, right? Most of the pictures of me have been when I'm pretty tired. I think I may need to talk to my sister about a real photo shoot with TK when I can find a cute outfit and put on some make up and not take pictures after hours of work. Maybe then he'll understand how much "fun" it is to be the center of the camera's attention. :-p
And now...a trivia question: how are twins made?
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Step one:

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