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.)