Today I went into the depths of depression. As I loaded the new pictures from my camera onto the computer, I thought, "Wow, my face looks fat." Not just like I've put on a few pounds from pregnancy, but swollen and gross. Have I really changed that much? Do I really look like that? So I went back and looked at old pictures. BIG MISTAKE. 
Look how cute I used to be! No swollen nose with fat rolls for nostrils, no giant ankles or sausage feet. That is my real face, the one I have forgotten. I knew I used to be able to open my eyes wider. And there's proof.
I really hate the last 10 weeks of being pregnant. I know I should think about the miracle of life and all, and that's all fine and good for some people. Good for them. But the only miracle I can think of right now is that I'm still able to put lotion on my legs without passing out. September can't come soon enough.
2 comments:
Steph, you are always cute. I am not just saying that- it is the truth.
I remember almost dying of shame when I saw a sideways picture of me pregnant with Clayton- I swear my behind and my belly were in two different time zones. This too shall pass.
I feel your pain sister, swollen nose and all. Thank goodness I do not ahve to go tehre again!
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