Made in Richmond

Do you think there’s any chance I can spend the next seven weeks floating in a swimming pool? Pictures (yes, multiples!) after the jump.

(Last one – although I just realized that last picture is also labeled 32 weeks which was a lie)

I’m always amazed when I see these pictures because I always feel approximately 17.5 times bigger than what I see on the screen.

Here’s a clothed version:

And a shot from the front:

We’ve taken our relationship to the next level, Internets, as you’ve now gotten a glimpse of the out-of-control belly button.

I realized that come October, I will spend every Wednesday afternoon at the doctor’s office. I go back to my regular doctor on the 1st for my 34 week checkup. We have another (and hopefully final) follow up with the specialist on the 8th. By the 15th it will be time for my 36 week checkup with my regular doctor, and from then on I go every week until this kid pops out. Who loves driving to the other side of town all the time? It’s me.

This week we will also be starting the process of putting together a will so we can make sure this kid (and all subsequent children) will be bequeathed with our piles and piles of money. Or piles and piles of books and Virginia Tech T-shirts.