With saving money in mind, I decided to put my nice camera to good use and try to take some maternity pictures at home. Obviously, I knew that they wouldn’t look as good as if I went to a professional photographer, but I was hoping I could edit them to make them look halfway decent. Hopefully this baby doesn’t come before we get a second try, because otherwise we will be stuck with these.

I know the belly is what we want in the picture, but apparently Andrew was willing to sacrifice the top of my head instead of backing up a few steps.

I figured that maybe Andrew could zoom in on the belly while I was on the phone with my mother. Instead I got a full body shot with an excited Ralph running through.

Yes, the fetus and I are so large now that we tower over the tree in this artsy shot by Andrew. Next stop, climbing a skyscraper in a pregnant rage over not being able to find French Toast Crunch in stores yet.

This is probably the best picture we got. Yes really. I have to agree with Andrew that my wardrobe choice doesn’t necessarily make me look pregnant, just large. (I don’t want anyone to think he’s being mean. I flat-out asked him if that is why some of these pictures looked so bad. I’m not including the outtakes where I just look fat.)

This picture would’ve been adorable. Thanks for your help Ralph.

Okay, I lied. Here is one where I just look large. Say hello to my triple chin. I’m hoping he won’t stick around long after the fetus is here.

This is probably my favorite picture of the day. Andrew says it looks like I’m going to throw up. I feel like this is an accurate representation of what the last month of pregnancy feels like. I hope I don’t look like this all day.

And then these two took an adorable picture. It must be much easier when you are a father and brother to be and not actually housing the fetus.

I’m sure that many are also wondering how I’m feeling now that I only have three weeks left until my due date. As I told my sister yesterday, I’m feeling fat and sassy. When I come home from caring for eleven toddlers at work, I can just barely waddle to the couch where I spend most of my evenings. The fetus loves to lay sideways and kick my kidney. And I never knew how hard it was to get into and out of my car. I’m not complaining but I would be totally okay going in to labor right now, although I know the aftermath of that won’t be exactly relaxing.