Week 41, two days before birth:
Marty: I call a time-out. You deserve all this attention, but a lot of people forget that I was pregnant once, too.
If I could tell my story just once:
My baby was big, really big, but I loved him. I took him everywhere. And I didn't have a fancy stroller.
It took me 30 minutes just to get him down to the swingset.
Like a lot of parents, one day I just gave up. I drove off to the store and never came back.
This was during the gas crisis. I had a lot of time to reconsider as I Flintstoned my way to the store.
Back to our regularly scheduled pregnancy
Christmas with grandmommy:
Abuelito stretching to touch his daughters:
Christmas with sister and woodpecker family:
Vanessa and Kristin decorating the belly for the Blessingway Celebration:
Part of the circle:
More of the circle:
November 30 Ultrasounds (our first 3-D peek!):
November night:
August:
The tabloids are all over this:
Marty's not handling impending parenthood with quite the same grace:
(background image is 5th-6th century B.C. Greek statuette of mother and child by unknown sculptor.)