Hey remember when I was pregnant? And that I have a baby now? And how I thought my pregnancy was an eternity, and now looking back I think, "Meh, no big deal!" My 37 week pregnant self would slap me if she knew I would have said such a thing. Anyway, I wasn't great about documenting specific weeks or milestones, but basically when I did my hair I would take a picture, which resulted in about 10 photos over the course of 8 months. It is crazy to look back and see the progression though, and to see how I thought I was huge, and was still tiny. Oh perspective, how wonderful you are.
7 weeks, I remember thinking that this might be the last time I could wear this very skinny shirt, and it likely was the last. Maybe I'll keep in in my closet as motivation or something.
11 weeks, and I'm nearly positive I was sucking in hard.
14 weeks, I'm not sure why i was acting excited about just looking chubby
17 weeks, at this point I was pushing it out because it was easier to do that than suck in.
19 weeks, I remember being really excited about "embracing" the bump, as if it was enormous, and I couldn't understand why people at church weren't saying something about how I was so obviously pregnant. Give me a break.
22 weeks, and no for reals, why weren't people at church asking about my baby, I was huge...?
25 weeks, I felt like I kinda popped out here
28 weeks, I was officially in my third trimester and thought I looked pretty good and that I was almost done, and had no idea how much bigger I was going to get in the next three months.
32 weeks, hello baby.
35 weeks, and as I stated on Instagram, a 35 week belly and a 45 week booty. Yowza.
37 weeks and super tired of the belted cardigan look. But luckily, it was my last!
Little did I know that the following Sunday I would be headed home from the hospital with my sweet and tiny baby girl! At the time, it seemed like I was going to be pregnant for all eternity and like it was the longest 9 months of my life, but that's the thing about life, we have such skewed perspectives of time lines, and now looking back, I think it really wasn't that bad. And while I don't miss the Charley horses or the back pain or super tight skin on the bottom of my belly, overall I would be pregnant twenty more times and twenty times longer if it resulted in more babies as sweet as mine. I know how blessed and lucky I am to have gotten pregnant, and am so grateful for my sweet Maren, her sweet daddy that I love dearly, and for our little lives together.
