So, today we hit 31 weeks together, baby # 2 and I. 31 weeks is an odd interval (the last photo I took for the two of us was at 20, and before that 14, I think) which reflects how different pregnancy can be the second time round. Mostly, I’ve been feeling like this:
Although I do have so much love already for this squirming little thing growing quietly and assuredly, in secret.
And I am pretty excited to meet him or her!
As a little aside, Riley noticed the camera after a while (he was engrossed in lego making for the bulk of the time) and felt indignant that he hadn’t been consulted for what he calls “the alarm”. He really likes how the self timer function on our camera counts down to the final shutter click, and spent ages pressing the button for me, long after I had finished posing (there are only so many times you can stand still and smile before getting bored, I’ve found)