Friday, December 2

31 weeks // Cheeky McCheekerson


Yesterday my sweet friend Jamie sent me a text asking if we wanted to come in today for some new photos of little C. It had been about 9 weeks since our last peek and of course I was all, "Hells yes!"

But I wrote back a very respectable, "Yes of course, if it isn't any trouble."

Because I'm a lady. 

Anyways, Jamie happens to be the absolute best sonography technician in the world. FACT. The other sonograms we've had by less impressive other people have been blurry and creepy looking and Jamie's are always super clear and crazy detailed. I'm not kidding you. People marvel at them. A man at the car dealership stopped me in my tracks to look at them and then went in and told the used car manager how amazing they were. A middle aged man gushed to another middle aged man about these bad boys. If that doesn't impress you I don't know what will. She's amazing. And she likes salted caramel lattes. How can you NOT love a girl that likes salted caramel lattes? You can't. Salted caramel is delicious. She's awesome. 

So today she offered to let us come in and peek behind my skin at our little man. But what she didn't tell us was that she was going to do some 3D magic and let us see what he actually looks like. It was incredible, people. His little lips pursing and smirking and his eyebrows (or rather, the place where his eyebrows will grow in when he has hair) furrowing. I felt a bit like I was cheating by getting such a great sneak peek at what he looks like. 

Which, apparently, is nothing like me and a lot like Nate according to our parents. 

He had his hands curled up under his chin. (They only look gnarled because of the 3D... they look normal when you focus that laser gun wand directly on them. I asked.) I'm so curious to see if he snuggles like that out of the womb too. He's upside down curled like a C up and around my belly button so his butt hits me right under my right ribs and his feet can kick my left ribs. 

He's thoughtful like that, not wanting one set of ribs to feel less important or less kickable than the other. Little gentleman!

On that note, can a baby break your ribs by kicking them? Not a vampire baby... a normal baby. Because I've been concerned about that. (The ribs breaking thing, not that he's a vampire. Although, come on, how cool would that be?!)

We've also decided, upon seeing his little face, that he looks very much like his name. (Which we're still not telling you yet.) So we're pretty proud of our baby naming abilities. If anyone needs us to name your baby, just let us know. We're pros now. 

I've gotta run. It's time to do my hair and re-paint my nails for my birthday dinner tonight. Pray that we get a good table. The restaurant is all "We don't take reservations suckas!" so I'm a bit nervous about fitting our whole group in. 

Lastly, a couple people asked me to make a Formspring just for personal and life and just me (outside of photography) questions. Nate and I have one together for our photography business and we've answered a ton of questions there if you're interested but now I have one just for me. If you've got questions, I've got answers. Let's do this thing!

Thanks again to Jamie for these amazing photos, such a sweet early birthday present. And, in early birthday present news, Alexis wrote the sweetest blog post about my man and I if you want to pop on over and see it. It might make you cry. It made me cry. But that might just be the hormones. 

Also, the super sweet Jennifer Abbott included me and some of my photography today in an interview for a series she's doing called "The Creatives Project". It's a really cool project and I'd be honored if you'd hop on over there and check out her blog post! And if you're feeling extra awesome, leave her some comment love!

xo,
B




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