So d.w. and I took the kayak out the other day to the only nearby body of water remotely suitable for a sea kayak: an old gravel quarry. We paddled (actually I paddled, while d.w. enjoyed one of the few perks of being pregnant — having a husband to paddle for you) around the entire thing, and were back at the car in under an hour. Yeah, Iowa isn't really known for its broad expanses of open water. Maybe we'll take books next time. And a picnic. And maybe the cats. Then again, they don't strike me as boat people for some reason.
Anyway, the reason I am telling you all of this is that I managed to get another shot of the belly. The big, big belly (there are how many more months? Whoa). And yeah, I'm not exactly sure what's going on with the giganto-hair. It must have been really windy. Or maybe she's going for a beehive. Whichever.
You know, it's good d.w. waits until after work to read this, so she's too tired to give me that steely you-are-such-a-bastard look she does so well.
She shouldn't give you that look at all; she looks great. What a wonderful belly.
She especially shouldn't give you that look after you paddled her around all day--then again, if you didn't, you would deserve the look too.
As for the growing of the belly, Mama and I are still asking ourselves just what is going on here. It's a bit odd and miraculous.
Posted by: Papa Bradstein | 24 May 2006 at 12:10 AM
dear wife is a sport to let you publish pictures of her in a bikini top to all us internet crazies.
Posted by: dutch from sweet juniper | 24 May 2006 at 03:26 PM
Ah yes, but she doesn't know I've posted yet. Bwa ha ha ha ha!
Posted by: zygote daddy | 24 May 2006 at 03:40 PM
In defense to the look I did not know he was taking the picture and it was sunny so I was squinting.
Posted by: dear wife | 24 May 2006 at 08:01 PM