I took a picture about every 5 weeks... the first 3 pictures are super hilarious because of how flat they are. So bear with me, I was just excited. I even cropped my face out because of how ridiculous I felt.
5 weeks.

10 weeks (major bloat, I was -10 pounds at this point so that cannot be real).
15 weeks.
I figured at 20 weeks I didn't have to be ashamed of taking a picture anymore so I let Brandon start taking them for me.

10 weeks (major bloat, I was -10 pounds at this point so that cannot be real).
15 weeks.
I figured at 20 weeks I didn't have to be ashamed of taking a picture anymore so I let Brandon start taking them for me.
30 weeks.
35 weeks.
I didn't get a picture right before we went to the hospital, but I took this a week before she was born (37 weeks 2 days)
Here is a picture of me on D-Day, if you are ready to judge how bloated my fluid-filled face is:
*shudder* I was only about 18 hours post delivery here.
And of course I got a picture on my due date with my "bump" Cora!
I can finally admit that I was in some denial about my swelling. I didn't realize how bad it was until now... I never realized my ankles were so thin before!
I really began to love my pregnancy towards the end. Sure, I was paranoid about my weight gain. Sure, I was in pain. But I loved the connection I had with her that nobody else did... is that selfish to admit? Oh well. I loved it. But that doesn't mean we are going to do that again too soon... 1) we already have a perfect baby and 2) I just need to remember how sick I was for the first half to remember why it was hard.
Here is a picture of me on D-Day, if you are ready to judge how bloated my fluid-filled face is:
*shudder* I was only about 18 hours post delivery here.
And of course I got a picture on my due date with my "bump" Cora!
I can finally admit that I was in some denial about my swelling. I didn't realize how bad it was until now... I never realized my ankles were so thin before!
I really began to love my pregnancy towards the end. Sure, I was paranoid about my weight gain. Sure, I was in pain. But I loved the connection I had with her that nobody else did... is that selfish to admit? Oh well. I loved it. But that doesn't mean we are going to do that again too soon... 1) we already have a perfect baby and 2) I just need to remember how sick I was for the first half to remember why it was hard.
































