I will preface my first baby bump post with a few admissions:
1. I hate. Like…HATE. pictures of myself. You know those people who plaster various snapshots of themselves from every imaginable angle all over their FB page, and look great doing it? Not me. I can count on one hand how many good pictures I have of myself. Back in the days when I online dated, my most consistent “first meeting” comment from the shocked men who dared to ask me out based on my personality and a photo was “Wow. You really don’t look like your picture at all.” This wasn’t a “try to get in your pants” reaction. This was genuine shock. And it’s true. I really don’t. Thank God. And lucky for them, they took a chance and asked Quasimoto out and reaped the benefits. Hubs has noticed this phenomenon and is still perplexed by it. We’ll snap photos of me and laugh hysterically at how bad they look. He says, “I just don’t get it…you’re hot…but you look so…strange in this photo”. So, the cropped head you’ll see in these photos is really less about internet anonymity, and more about me protecting the world from my lack of photogenics. You know those black and white pics of your grandma when she was young, and you oooh and ahhh over how gorgeous she was? My grandkids will not be doing that.
2. I have been on the fence about taking bump photos in general. At the beginning, I really didn’t want to jinx anything (silly logic, I know…) and as I got further along, I thought (stupidly) “Well, how much could I have really changed in 6 weeks?” Silly, silly girl. It’s insane how much my body has changed in 6 weeks, and I really do want to be more mindful of commemorating it now that I’ve seen the comparison.
So without further ado…belly shots for all!
No doubt about it, ladies. There’s something growing in there, and only 57% of it is 3 days worth of constipation poop.
I’ll make a vain admission: I love my boobs right now. And I also like my belly. I like it better at the bigger 18 week size than I did at 12 weeks where I was still sucking in pudge and feeling uncomfortable in my pants. Now, I let it all hang loose, and it’s been faaaaahhhbulous.
I Skyped with my Mother in Law over the weekend and showed her my stomach. She paused and said, “You know your belly is the size of a 7 month pregnant woman, right? How did it get so big???” And you know what? I loved hearing that! So what if my tummy is a bit bigger than the rest. That there is Bagel, and he/she is growing loud and proud (P.S: Bagel, you still have to fit through my vagina, so please try to keep it under 9 pounds.)