There was no way Allan could stay home from work this morning. That means all three kids got to come with me to the OBGYN.
I packed rice krispy treats and real-fruit rollups for the kids to keep them busy (read: to keep their mouths full so they wouldn’t be making noise) but that didn’t work.
They talked and fought with each other about every little thing.
And Payson cried the entire time.
It was all rather torturous. (I snapped the following picture and he looks like he’s happy but he was whining for the girls’ food; he’s a selfish little guy.)
I snapped this shot of my belly in the mirror when I got home. I didn’t bother tidying up and I had already changed into a pajama shirt.
I thought’d be fun to show what I looked like at 4 months along with Sierra and Payson.
I only have a couple crappy pictures of me when I was pregnant with Brooklyn and none of them are from the earlier days of pregnancy. I didn’t take self portraits back then. I wish I would have!