So tonight edlr and I take my 23 week belly photos and I prance up to the LCD screen looking for a sneak peek. Oh. My. God. What the hell happened to my thighs? And my ass? And my boobs? I mean, I knew for sure my belly was going to grow with this pregnancy but nobody told me about the rest of my body.
I'm in shock.
So, I thought, how fitting for tonight's theme to be "things that don't look the same anymore." I cut my hair on Saturday. It feels good. It's dyed and I have bangs and for once it's just manageable and not out of control hippy locks.
(At least I have that to feel good about)
It's depressing seeing your body change. I mean, I know I'm creating a life here, but lil Sof is taking everything once good looking I had and becoming the most beautiful looking baby in the whole world. I just know it. Plus, it's the only reason I can justify for loving my newly expanded curvature.