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When Your Peeps Want a Photo Op....

You give them a photo op!

Now mind you, I don't live with a professional photographer. Apparently I live with someone who thinks I don't have a top to my head as he chops off the top of my head in almost every photo he takes of me... (perhaps he's just jealous that actually have hair on top of my head??)

Also, we were trying to take these pics quickly before it got dark out and before our quesadillas burned up in the oven. And my photographer is not very patient so there was no "let's see if this background looks nice." It was mostly just "Stand there and I'll take your picture, Chunky." Nice, huh?

So here are the requested photos of me at almost 30 weeks pregnant.. I think I don't actually look that much bigger than I did at 21 weeks but as I can see less of my feet now I know that I am definitely larger.. Oh and I definitely have more "chin" going on... Lovely...

And can those of you who know me well tell that I'm pretty tired in these pics? Helllooooo droopy right eyelid!

Almost 30 Weeks!

Almost 30 Weeks!

Hope you enjoy them more than I do.. I look at these pictures and just think- ugh. yuck. fat. gross. ick.


  1. Oh, Emily, you look beautiful and pregnant. Not fat or gross AT ALL. You do look boobtacular, though, and your belly button's still an innie. Life is good!

  2. Jealous of your innie that`s for sure...mine looked like someone was stiking their thumb out my belly when I was pregnant with my son :)


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