The baby is waiting
for the perfect day to come
when he or she will feel ready
to be born into this world...
Meanwhile, I'm trying to take advantage of every single day and do things that I know I won't be able to do with a tiny little newborn around. Fun things, you know, like cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning. And sewing of course, with some knitting in between. And then there are some 'now or never' things that I was excited to cross of my list lately. Like having some non-mirror photos taken of me by Mark in the middle of our drive down the canyon. 38 weeks, spontaneously picked spot and me feeling very awkward being in front of the camera. But it was all good, I needed something like this after 4 pregnancies...
And I managed to paint my belly with henna too. Something that I was always fascinated with, and now I finally got around to actually doing it. In the true DIY spirit, I painted my belly myself (although I wish it was someone else with a more steady hand and a better view of the paining area), freehand too, because I'm not patient enough to fiddle with transferring the design first. All 3 kids stare with fascination at the flower (or star, depending on who you ask) on my belly every time they lift my shirt to 'kiss the baby'...
