E took some pregnancy pictures for me and I’m very disappointed to report that I basically shit all over his beautiful efforts by having a mental breakdown hating my pregnant body. Not only am I bad at self-love but I let that make me a terrible mother too.
So, in his honor, I’m going to share all of the beautiful pictures he took and I’m going to love them all while I’m posting them.
In my defense, I will say that this last month of pregnancy has gotten me really emotional. I don’t feel like I’m in control of any of my feelings.
OnStar commercial airs on the radio where some girl has pushed the button because her Mom had a seizure and she wrecked the car. I start crying (like I do often with those damn commercials) and then go into some tirade about how it’s so hard to be a perfect Mom all the time! Much less if your epileptic! Or pregnant! And I ranted about how much harder it is to be pregnant with a toddler to care for because they don’t understand! And then I cry even harder.
Here’s the kicker: I’m the only one in the car.
Essentially? I’ve lost my freakin’ mind.
So, If you see a large and sneezy pregnant woman with dark circles and big bags under her eyes in the produce department at the grocery store crying while holding an orange angrily in her hand? Just move along and say a silent prayer for her poor family.