Ironically enough, I've been telling my husband how small I think I look. That is, until I saw these pictures that he took of me. I'm not sure if it's the angle from which they were taken, or if I really am that big--but boy--am I getting big or what? I guess I should really say that Ian is the one who's getting big!
The funny thing is that I don't feel that big. If I wasn't so out of shape from skipping out on my work-out routines, then I'd still feel able to run, jump, and do Zumba like I did before getting pregnant. I'm still able to get down in the floor and get back up. I feel like I'm the same woman that I was back a few months ago--the only difference is that I'll be having a baby in a few weeks. Yeah, I get a little more tired, and I have a few more backaches than normal but still--I feel great! I just can't get over how much these photos make me look anything but great. I'm definitely not trying to throw myself a pity party here or looking for some pity--that's just not my style. I suppose I'm merely making an observation on how skewed our perceptions can be of ourselves. I sure am glad I've been taking photos throughout this pregnancy! Now I have the proof that I'm not as tiny as I thought :)
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