I knew I was getting some visitors today, so I put a little effort into cleaning up this morning (meaning I actually used the hair dryer and put on some mascara). Since I didn't want the effort to go to waste, I played around with the camera a bit, too.
So, here I am, 36 weeks and 3 days pregnant. I wasn't too swollen today, though my BP would have testified otherwise, so the pics aren't too, too unflattering (though, after waiting a long time to get any cleavage whatsoever, I'm kind of bummed that these pictures don't really reflect that.....and yes, I'm talking about my boobs. It's my blog; I can write about whatever I want).
The stretch marks aren't too bad, either, though they are multiplying and they seem to be getting more fiery red. =( And the only piece of maternity clothing I'm wearing here is the tank. Go, me, for keeping my butt and thighs in check enough to still fit into my pre-pregnancy pajamas at 8.5 months pregnant. Not to say that I haven't struggled with body image. In fact, if you scroll down far enough, you'll find the post when I discovered that the "pregnancy glow" comes with a whole lot of unpleasantness that they don't really tell you about in the glossy nine-month magazines (types the mommy-to-be, as Jim blows up her hemmorhoid donut). Ugh.