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humiliating belly shots






One of my best friends is a photographer. A really good photographer. I usually take advantage of her services all the time. However, I won't let her anywhere near my belly. I have never been a fan of maternity pictures. I'm not saying that pregnancy is gross (well lots of it is) or pregnant people aren't beautiful. They can be. I am just not a fan. Some maternity pictures I have seen are really neat ( that is the best adjective I can come up with)....but what do you do with them? Really, I am not hanging those things in my house.
That being said. I do want to document (at least a little bit) the giantness of this belly I lug around every day. Especially since it should be partly gone in less than 36 hours :)
So here are some funny shots me and Owen took.

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Christy said…
Oh my Michelle! Tomorrow is the big day??? I am so excited for you guys! I was just thinking about you and thought to drop by your blog. So glad I did... Parying for you. Can't wait to meet her!!! :)
September 24, 2008 at 5:59 PM
Beth (and Eric) said…
I was just thinking about you while trying to eat dinner because I wrote "Michelle - baby" on our calendar for TOMORROW!!! So exciting!!! I am so excited for you to have a little girl. It's gonna be fun.

Can't wait to see you and meet the newest Hurst!
September 24, 2008 at 7:00 PM
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