So… I never do this, but…
I am posting a selfie today.
Yes, this is a grainy cell phone pic of me, in my poorly-lit bedroom, as I decided to document the fact that I blow-dried my hair and put on makeup for the first time since Wednesday. (All in preparation for a very exciting we’ve-been-out-of-milk-for-3-days trip to Walmart I have in store later today.)
And in looking in that mirror, I just realized that, in the last few months — in the daily mess of snacks, dirty diapers, dirty laundry, (endless) clean laundry (must fold it today!) — I totally forgot to check out my fascinating and ever-changing preggo bod.
As it turns out, I’m 22 weeks and 3 days. (Just had to Google “how far along am I” to figure that out. #thirdchild)
My body is growing like crazy.
My eyes are tired. My arms are flabby. My fat underwear is way too tight, and my maternity bra is already too small. My butt is huge and cellulite-y.
Simultaneously, I’m terrified-proud-amazed-scared-grateful-tired.
Maybe that’s why I haven’t been looking in the mirror so much lately.
But today, I did.
And through all the imperfections and I’m-too-(fill-in-the-blank), despite the flaws and flab, turns out there’s a lot more in that mirror.
When I looked close, I saw something pretty darn amazing.
Check out my series, A Real Picture of Pregnancy, where I document the true-life details of my I’m-pregnant-and-chasing-2-toddler-boys. I’ll be posting my 24-week update in a couple weeks!
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