Congrats, it's a tire-turkey?

I was having a conversation with some of my coworkers the other day. The topic: Pregnancy Pictures. Sure, getting pictures taken, with or without your spouse, are fine. But it's the really weird ones that frequently make me think, what the hell were these people thinking?! You know the ones I'm talking about, where the woman is sitting mostly naked looking down at her belly. If done tastefully, they can be beautiful. However, when I see a naked woman (with the appropriate areas covered...sort of) seated next to a TRUCK TIRE with, who I can only assume is her husband who is fully clothed leaning on said tire gazing ever so lovingly into her eyes. Since when does a tire have its place next to a pregnant lady let alone a naked pregnant lady. When you click on the link, you'll understand my dismay.



To make the picture even classier, the guy has an earring that was clearly polished for the picture, and was probably talked into getting by his teen bride who is seated opposite the truck tire.

Then of course there's the ever so loved picture.....with a turkey.




Not only does that turkey look good, the belly doesn't look half bad either. Especially in the middle of the woods while you wear your husbands boxers. Nothing says love like a dead turkey comparing to the size of your wife's stomach.


I'm just not sure what some people are thinking when they decide to do this. I'm hoping it's the overwhelming amount of pregnancy hormones that make the mother-to-be think this is a good idea. Should I ever get an idea in the neighborhood of something like this, I'm hoping not only my husband but the photographer (you know who you are) will slap that idea out of me....hard.

So it begins...

So I thought I would try this whole blog thing. What perfect time to begin as I'm starting the pregnancy thing, well sort of starting. I guess I'm just about to complete my fourth month so sort of beginning. With luck I haven't had to go through the grueling punishment of morning sickness, thank god because no way would I be able to excuse myself every 15 minutes to puke up my breakfast or last nights dinner or anything else that calls my stomach home. I can only imagine how that would go over as I'm on a call with a client at work, "Do you mind if I put you down for a sec? The creature growing inside me is requiring me to vomit, and if I don't go now you're going to hear it and my computer is going to wear it." Magic 8 ball says "outlook not good."

So far Heath has been a trooper. The other day my dad asked me "hormones are a bitch, eh?" and I replied "Don't ask me, as Heath!" Not only has this pregnancy been hard on me, it's been equally as tough for him. I think when an argument begins to rear its ugly head, he tries really hard to not egg it on or discuss it. I may or may not have seen blood dripping from his clenched mouth after biting his tongue. Sorry my dear husband.

Not only are my emotions out of whack, but so is my entire schedule. The sleepless nights have begun as I have to get up in the middle of the night, every night, to pee. When your dreams start including images of you sitting on the pot, I'm pretty sure it's my subconscious informing me that I need to wake up and relieve myself. Who knows, maybe it's my body gearing me up for what's to happen 6-7 months from now.

I haven't yet reached the point to where I look pregnant, just chunky. I was hoping that buying and wearing some maternity shirts would help me look the part, and some do! Others just make me look like I have a giant food baby and need some Benefiber to get it out. Well, when there's something growing inside of you the size of an orange Benefiber might not do the trick. In due time I suppose....