For those of you who don't know or remember the classic Styx song "Mr. Roboto" (the song that essentially broke up the band), this blog title comes from that song. Capital K used to sing that to me and make me laugh.
Anyway, I gotta a secret and IF YOU ARE THE DOG, DO NOT READ THIS!!! THIS IS ABOUT YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT AND I KNOW YOU DON"T WANT TO FIND OUT!!!
Last Sunday, I had to run out sneakily to take care of the Dog's Christmas present. I had arranged a secret meeting with Shantih, my yogi, who moonlights as a photog. We had a black and white preggy photo shoot and I am so glad that I did it. It was an awesome experience. I really wanted some black and white photos to document my beautiful belly. I also wanted to get some of me in yoga poses, because for me that truly symbolizes the strength I have as a woman. Yoga is the first thing in my life that I have stuck to. I was always insecure about my physical self, and yoga has taught me to be patient and practice and in time I will be stronger. It has also taught me to breathe through pain of any kind and that "Breathe, it will be over soon" mentality that I will so desperately need for delivery.
As I got more comfortable, I even did some topless ones. It was so exhillarating. I was kinda high from it afterwards, but the next day I was like "WTF did I do that for?" Oh well, I had to get over my self-consciousness about my bod eventually. Which is weird for a girl who flashes her friends regularly and never minded if a nipple revealed itself at a drunken party.
I have also developped some scary stretch marks on my hips. They are red and nasty. So far, none on my belly. Shantih swears that the photos turned out beautiful, so I am somewhat relieved, but won't be able to really be OK until I see them. The hardest part was not telling the Dog afterwards, because I was so jazzed about the whole experience. Plus I can't keep a surprise for shit.
I will post the photos here when she sends me the contact sheets. Then y'all can help me choose the best ones.