I am trying to be better about taking an “Official” monthly belly picture. Since this is my last pregnancy I don’t want to go back and think I missed anything. With At-man, I didn’t even think to do this. With Em everything just flew by so fast we never had a chance. This time I have the mom thing down enough I can actually have an idea and follow through while pregnant.

I am also trying to get my head around the idea that I will actually have a daughter. Pray for me that I don’t screw this up. I don’t think I know a single woman who doesn’t blame her mother for one thing or another and the idea of being the target of such blame is terrifying. I already love her, I just don’t want to subconsciously fill her with body image issues, a fear of intimacy, low self esteem…you name it.

Boys are easy, they love mom. Sure all parents and children have their ups and downs, but I never hear mommy issues creeping into a conversation amongst men. I’d like to see it though. “It’s mommas fault I never made it to the NFL.” “Oh yeah, my mom told me Coors Light tastes like pee, how am I supposed to enjoy it now?!” I guess only time will tell.

It’s fun to enjoy them now though, just look at these guys.

A family of bellys. When they saw D taking my 6 month picture, they had to get in on it. There is nothing I can do to get a nice picture of them together and smiling AND looking into the camera, but when they saw the chance to pull up their shirts, both of their faces lit up. Don’t even dare me to suggest a little tummy flashing to get a decent smile in this years Christmas card picture. I’m so on it!