He likes me for my mind

I'm fairly certain that once upon a time G was that guy in a bar that would not hold eye contact ifyouknowwhatimean. Now that he is all grown up and happily married, however, I have no doubt that he loves me for my sparkling personality and my brains. I know this because there was nothing to stare at below my neck, at least until the pregnancy hormones came along.

Consequently, I was surprised yesterday when I asked him to take a picture of me. We went on a hike with some friends that are in town and since B screams at the sight of the Ergo and the Baby Bjorn is not made for large people, I offered to carry the baby. Since I plan to leverage this for additional back rubs, I asked G to document the event with a picture. Here is what I discovered later on my phone.

I am endlessly thankful that fetuses aren't that size.

He claims he was certain he got both of us in the picture. I guess it isn't my mind after all. He likes me for my baby.

In case you are wondering, B was perfectly happy with his hat like that. To him, dirt and rocks are just as thrilling as picturesque views.

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