Flowers while I wait

I hate waiting.

So rather than sit around a feel achey, I thought I would do some painting.  These are some flowers that David got me.  Aren’t they pretty?

I had the idea to make this painting a bit flatter— like a print.  But it didn’t really work out.  I put too much detail into the flowers and failed to decide where the light was coming from.  So it looks like a description of some flowers rather than evoking how they feel.  Oh well.  It wouldn’t be an experiment if it worked every time.

Also, why do I feel like no baby is going to show up and I’m just going to be large and hurt-y for the foreseeable future?