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For you, Tori. Steve Maxon took this picture for me. There's my mom, practicing Bobber Ball in the background. Before anyone says it, I know. I don't look so big. It doesn't look so low. I hardly look pregnant at all. I just have to tell you, I measure where I should, am as big as I should be and have gained about 27 to 30 pounds. I am uncomfortable sleeping and lose my breath every time I bend over.
Hooray!

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it's cuz black is a slimming color. When I saw you a week ago at the parade, I thought for sure that baby was gonna pop right outta your stomach!

And are there more pis of your mom doing bobber ball? For those of us who are interested in seeing it done.
sarah said…
I have some of Josh and Steve Maxon...I'll post them in a little bit.
MomZup said…
I am not only impressed that your mom is playing bobber ball but that she can get up off the floor afterwards! You look fantastic Sarah!!! I have gained about that same amount of weight. . .am uncomfortable sleeping and definitely lose my breath every time I bend over!!!! Thinking of you constantly and will see you or your chickens tomorrow (if you are busy!!!!!) Love, MZ
MomZup said…
So glad you have had a Maxon visit!
vicTORIa said…
you look fabulous! i am jealous, as i am only two months pregnant and have already put on some weight! i think its just stress grazing...

love you!!! hang in there!!!
steve said…
I framed the picture specifically to capture the bobberball!

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