As I lumber ever closer to my due date and my belly threatens to demolish all in its path, it occurs to me that despite all the many discomforts of being this ridiculously pregnant, I will likely never experience this again. Which is sounding pretty damn good at the moment, but I know how time has a way of minimizing the less pleasant memories in favor of the happy ones. Someday, I will look back on this stage with pure sentimentalism, and I’m sure I will even feel sad that my days of elephantine maternity proportions are behind me.
What to do in order to capture the moment, all the better for joyfully re-visiting when I’m long past my breeding stage and knee-deep in children? I’ve been thinking of possibilities for an artistic reminder of just how gloriously, freakishly big my belly is right now, and here’s what I’ve come up with:
