I have to confess that Matt and I have not capitalized on the photo op provided by my ever-expanding pregnant belly. We haven’t yet come up with a “concept,” and it’s preventing us from moving forward. Lame, I know.

First, I had the idea that we could bring our camera along on our weekly trip to Whole Foods and we could ask a different random stranger to pose with me each week. Although I like this idea, Matt and I agree that we are both a little too shy to pull this off.

Last week, we agreed that we would

My midwife is kind of strict on the nutrition front. When I was preparing for conception, I looked at the sugar content of my food and tried to keep it below 20 grams for a particular item (since that’s the number I had in my head from my friend’s birth with my midwife a few years ago).

When I started going to my midwife, I realized the limit was not 20 grams but, instead, 3-6 grams. Gulp! What that means is that I cannot eat things like dried fruit or any type of flavored yogurt or juice. There’s simply too much sugar in pretty much everything.

For the first trimester,

P.S. I’m on the verge of needing to start wearing maternity clothes (either from excessive gas or from my ever-expanding uterus). I hate to buy new maternity clothes for such a relatively short amount of time, and I’m a bit too busy to scour Houston for good, used stuff (school starts s-o-o-n!). If you happen to have a box of maternity clothes that you aren’t using and would be willing to lend to me, please e-mail me! I will gladly pay for shipping. I’m 5’7″ and I used to wear a size 6/8 or medium.