Look away if you don't want to see some belly shots. As much as I want to remain true to my infertility roots and readership (is that too much of an exaggeration to say "readership"?) I am pregnant and this blog is to document my entire journey...not just the bad. Sometimes good things do happen. Sometimes there are happy endings.
Last time I was pregnant I got professional shots done. I used one as my profile picture. This time I'd rather spend my $ on getting professional pictures of the baby. So I had Mr. Peeveme take some in our bedroom while Piccolina was taking a nap. A whole lot of stars had to align for all that to happen. The quality is not so great but it does document how I look and that's really what it's all about. Plus I'd like for Bambina to have something to look at to know how much we wanted her.
I think I was about 33 weeks when these were taken.
Sure I could have shaved. Sure I could have washed the one and only bra that somewhat fits. Truth be told I'm not much into the belly shots and my hygiene has been pretty spotty lately so just doing this was an accomplishment. Cleanliness would have been too much for me to pull together. (Thank goodness you can't smell the internet!)
I do love being pregnant. Nothing makes me happier. Really. And I get a baby at the end of this to boot. It's just a win win situation and I am completely aware of how fortunate I am. Once I get to this place....the middle/end of the 3T I feel like a normal pregnant person. Much of the failure I have felt fades away. The constant, almost debilitating anxiety, transforms into your garden variety anxiety about labor, getting "ready" for baby, finances. I feel normal except for one thing...I do think I am more grateful than the average pregnant women.