May it be a boy.

Look at these mugs.  I couldn't choose just one to post.  

Be thankful I only posted 3.

I mean, every single one...with a pose!  Divine was the hairdresser.

And Olive?  Where do they learn these things?

While they enjoyed torturing playing with their father, I attempted to take a photo of this pregnant body of mine.  When I was 20 weeks I told Ryan that I wanted to document this pregnancy.  Yes, a photo every single week.  My measly record of 3 or 4 documented weeks might accentuate my inability to follow through.  Or maybe I'm just busy.  Yes, let's go with the latter.  Please.

Then, as I watched these girls just eat up their dad, I decided this baby is going to be a boy.

It must be a boy because Ryan has his girls who do everything in their power to get his attention and give him the utmost adoration in return.  I think I deserve a boy.

But, alas, that's not how this world works.  We usually don't get what we think we deserve.  That, plus I thought every single one of these girls was a boy before holding them in my arms.

But don't boys adore their mothers?  That's the idea I've got going in my mind.  One more month, give or take, to go.

My poolside projects.  Must always have a project.

The above is close to completion.  Monday?

Ryan felt bad that I was doing my pregnancy documentation alone and in a reflective window :)  Does this one make me look like a bee?

I had the camera on the "multiple shots" setting and Ryan's finger must be heavy.  I had lots to choose from.  Thanks, love.

Those hazel eyes.

Commanding the water.

Ryan said something funny, which I wish I could remember right now.  Sure am fond of that guy.