All of the following photos were taken by myself and my dark-haired, deliciously long-eyelashed husband whose sparkly eyes I really hope our baby inherits. If not his sparkly eyes, then at least his ability to make me laugh at 7:35am in the coffee aisle at the grocery store as he properly demonstrates how to operate the bean grinder. You’ve never seen bean grinding until you’ve seen Jon grind a bean, people.
You’ll notice in the last photo of my belly at six and a half months that the top of my belly button has formed a frowny awning, perfect for protecting the bottom half of my belly from inclement weather and sunburn. When I look in the mirror I half expect the little pooky thing to start talking to me.