Here is my last belly photo. I was 14 weeks along.
In retrospect, I'm looking at this photo and thinking, "Dang! I still actually looked kind of thin! I only have one chin and everything!"
Alas, much has changed.
Here I am at 32 weeks:
Gulp.
The first thing I think is that I understand now why my doctor always says, "My only concern is your weight gain" at every single dang appointment. I've ballooned something fierce. I'm definitely going to have my work cut out for me after I have this baby. Back to my tried and true food rules that helped me dropped the weight to begin with, back to more water, back to actually trying to get my butt moving.
The second thing I notice is that I look tired. And stressed. You know what? I am tired. And stressed. A lot has landed on our plates since that first photo was taken and I'm rolling with the the best I can. Too bad it really shows in the circles under my eyes.
And I need a haircut. Badly.
I'm a train wreck.
