Unruly

If I had to come up with one word to describe our family right now it would be unruly.  Between a grumpy pregnant person, an opinionated toddler and a poor husband stuck in the middle none of us are in the mood to behave.  Needless to say, when it came time to snap a few maternity pictures our friend and photographer Cassie had her work cut out for her.  I don't know if I ever laughed so hard looking at family pictures.  Cassie perfectly captured the restlessness and generally insanity of our life right now.

It is no big secret that I am a terrible pregnant person.  This pregnancy has been so miserable.  So, during the day I spend all my nice on strangers, co-workers, Henry and friends.  This usually results in me being the most short fused with the person I love the most in the world, Jason.   I think this is one of the biggest pitfalls of marriage.  It is easy to snap at the person you know loves you the most.  I have been doing better. Or at least I acknowledge my meanness and apologize. My outburst sound like this "Why didn't you take the trash out like I asked?  I'm sorry, didn't mean to snap. The trash is really bothering me. I love you."  Basically I reaffirm that I am a nutso pregnancy lady several times through out the day.

Cassie wanted us to be sweet.  She even pointed out that we had done it before (as seen here).  I told her is was my fault because I usually act like the photo above.  I wonder if other pregnant women are as mean as me?

I am not always mean. See . . . 

This was supposed to just be a mommy picture but some one decided that my belly would make an excellent step stool. 

This one is just for fun.  You would think being hurled in the air would be terrifying.  Nope.  Henry loves it. 

In closing  . . .   this has NOTHING to do with the photos but everything to do with my belly.    I have become obsessed with reading birth stories. Obsessed!  I couldn't even give you an idea of how many I have read.  I had read a few this time around. Then a Cassie sent a link to this story on Marvelous Kiddo and the flood gates were open. I am planning for a natural birth, again. These stories are so encouraging. Here is my mini-birth story of Henry's birth.  Things didn't go according to plan, Henry's cord was being pinched.  I don't regret for a moment being induced.  I trust my midwife and I really believe it was the best choice.  I was also a week and half past due, so it wasn't exactly an elective induction.  I only mention this because I think that education is the most important part of the birth process.  Even with interventions, I was still very much an active participant.  I knew what was happening and what the risk were.  I am just hoping this time around I get a birth story that doesn't involve induction (and I get to labor naturally).  I am off to read more sappy stories.  If only I could wish myself into labor.