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18 weeks and passing

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It's basically week 19. But I hate odd numbers.

This is basically my life now.




It's hard to walk past the room and not look at the little things we've gotten so far, to touch them and imagine her in them. You are not forgotten my baby dear. 


PS - Google apparently puts all these pictures I upload to the blog in Picasa and now it's saying I've run out of space! I removed pictures I never posted, but I'm afraid I'm going to be deleting ones that are posted unless I can figure out a plan B. (and that doesn't involve paying for more space)
I really just need not be lazy and lower the resolution when I upload photos. But I guess it's a little too late for this blog! But darn it if I must say, going back over previous pictures... I love them all. I'll just start duplicating pictures you've forgotten about. And maybe start a new blog called 
"Mr Smith with children". 

Someone told me there is an online program that turns your blog into a book. I'd consider this blog volume 2. If there is such a thing, maybe that would be a cool idea to invest in.

since my journal is so neglected these days.
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  1. Scott and Lori Smith27 November, 2012

    My blog did the same thing with pictures! I deleted a ton a ton that never was posted. i haven't had any problems since. By the way, I'm so excited to see your belly on Sunday! I've missed it for 2 weeks so I'm sure it's all out!

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