...of documentation

At the beginning of this pregnancy I was so excited about doing the chronological belly photos thing that I saw all over pinterest. You know, the ones where you wear the same white t shirt and jeans in the same spot in your house with the same sign that states the week number in the same pose every week and then put them all together for this crazy looking stomach growth chart. Like this one.

Yeah, I was going to do that. And then I found that I had a hard time getting motivated to get out of my pajamas and take a shower and set up the camera every Tuesday in between all of the other things that I had to do (namely feel sick and tired and make sure my first born got fed).

So I've really dropped the ball. Now, at week 21, I have a total of two "belly photos" and I'm not wear even remotely the same thing - which ruins everything. But I figure even though my pinterest worthy belly photo documentation may be over, I can still have lost-on-my-hard-drive-only-to-look-at-every-once-in-awhile worthy documentation. Starting now.

For fun, I will also try to dig up those photos of my Abram belly in my hard drive to compare them to my Selah belly (aka Sellie belly). I don't have a good picture of me and Abram until 24 weeks, so you'll have to wait until then for that.

Without further ado:

21 weeks with Selah

And that's the end of my blogging for the day. I need to start cleaning up before Quinn gets home and wonders what I did all day (he doesn't read my blog to understand such hard work unless I make him).

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