41 weeks


I love these photos.

I see 41 weeks of pregnancy - a fucking long time.

I see 50 extra pounds on my body - not just the baby weight… probably some of that ben & jerrys too.

I see a belly button hernia that hurt me almost every day.

I see stretch marks & cellulite…. and why don’t we throw in pale skin too (but that’s not pregnancy’s fault.)

I see hair left uncut or colored - because “I’ll wait til after I have the baby to do things that make me feel beautiful again.”

I see the mental strain of waiting…. waiting… waiting.

I see the doubt, anxiety, and fear that creepy into the corners, unwelcome yet making themselves more at home than ever before.

Let me reiterate - I love these photos.

I see the baby we tried for years for, days away from being held in our arms.

I see breasts, bulging at the ready to provide food for a little one.

I see the nursery, carefully assembled with anticipation of playtime.

I see skin that miraculously holds together organs and blood that have nourished and grown the life inside.

I see a soft bed that will supports a family as they rest and eventually recover from the challenges of childbirth.

I see powerful muscled legs that have supported my growing body and baby as I walk around the city each day.

I see eyes that have looked at the ultrasound picture for hours… eager to look at his tiny face.

I see hands caressing the kicks and rolls of my baby - but what will he feel like in my arms?

I see an able mind, a tender heart, a strong body - ready for this new chapter.

All of it, every part, beautiful.