Here I am last weekend. 16 weeks. Which doesn't sound like much. So let's say 4 months. That's heaps better.
And would you believe? This is the first belly shot. In fact, this may be the first photo taken of me since the discovery of Baby M-G 3. I have felt completely un-cute and thus, no photos. A shame really because some day I'll look back and think I was young and lovely and wonder why I wasted all that time feeling bad about myself.
To be honest, I still feel distinctly un-cute. We went to a wedding last weekend (which I plan to write a post about) and the photos of me just make me want to weep. I look like a giant ball with too much blush on and no discernible knees or ankles. Sigh.
My shoes were beautiful. But I couldn't walk in them.
Double sigh (one for each gorgeous but torturous heel).
I am happy about one thing though. I was quite worried that even the bloom of pregnancy could not restore my baps to something of their former glory….
And now, a few more deeply insightful pregnancy thoughts.
You know you're pregnant when:
- You start having weird dreams – I dreamt that my mum turned up to my wedding wearing the dress Pippa Middleton made famous at the recent royal wedding. It wasn't cute.
- You daydream about food – I caught myself wondering what I would select as my final meal if I were on death row.
- You cry at the lamest shit – bawled my eyes out when Love Story by Taylor Swift played on the car radio. Embarrassing.
- You have no discernible knees or ankles. Sigh.
I am now 17 weeks. Three more weeks until the 20 week scan!
Whatta mean un-cute?!!! You look A-MAZING!!! And the baps, noice!!! Just a warning though, after breastfeeding your third child, they will have utterly no shape & resemble wet footy socks, lol!!!
You are seriously cute. So cute, in fact, I find myself blushing just from looking at these photos.
So yeah. Take that, Angie’s preggo hormones!
PS – Love the dress in the dress in the last photo. Why can I never find clothes that cute?
Super Cute miss, you seriously don’t look a day over 25. BTW, carrying VERY high, girlgirlgirlgirlgirl!!!
Thank you, darling heart! Cheque’s in the mail…although I had to dock your normal fee on account of the wet footy socks comment.
I might take lots of bap shots now – while I can!
Te he heee!!!! There may be hope, Paul’s aunty who breastfeed three munchkins tells me they eventually regain some shape…..I’m not holding my breath though!!!
Un-cute? What? If you weren’t with child – and living in another state – i’d almost be inclined to slap that gorgeous face of yours for being so hard on yourself.
SUPER CUTE Little Mumma! I’m seriously loving that high little belly, and those lovely full boozies 😉
Hahaha at your dream about you Mum. Hilarious!
And eeeep – only 3 more weeks to go til the big reveal. I’m already hyperventilating.
You blushed? I don’t even understand that although you writing that you blushed made me blush. Ha!
The dress is gorge-wah, babe. Although I feel like it accentuated my roundness too much….but do you remember me talking about the Collette Dinnigan dress I scored for $80 (down from $400)? This is it.
Oh, you! Your cheque is also in the mail.
I am carrying high…but I kind of do that anyway. That’s just what this little bod does, I think.
If you lived close enough to slap me in the face, I would totally let you, honey! xx
The full boozies ARE good. Mum in the bum dress – very NOT good.
I’m with all the other gals Angie, you’re just divine! Although, at 23 weeks pregnant, running around after toddler and doing three nursing shifts a week… I really do hear you on the just feeling BLAHHHHHH thing… I’m coming to terms with my boosies not being what they were, but it’s my hair that’s gone stupid, looks like pubes on my head! What’s with that?!
Karen, you’re 23 weeks preg, you have a toddler and you’re working. And ME? I feel like a big sook. It’s all I can do to slap a peanut butter sandwich together some days. Wish I was joking about that….
Sorry to hear about the pubes hair. That’s not right. My hair is frizzy but pubes? I just want to hold you, you poor pube-headed love. xxx
Yep, love it! And my aim was to make you laugh, but blushing will do. x
Oh Angie girl, you are indeed carrying high! You may say that’s what your bod does, but let’s revel in the possibility that it may be a girl baking in that oven!
You do realise that this little one has to have a rhyming name too? B, LD, Zee…. ??
DUDE. You are *cute.* And those baps? I can only dream.
Oh, I’ve been revelling. Seeing ‘signs’ everywhere. Which can’t be smart of me….
Rhyming, huh? Sweetpea?
Thanks, doll! xx
You look 16 years old! People like me, really dislike stunners like you. I’m blowing raspberries at you right now 🙂
Don’t hate me because I’m photoshopped to within an inch of my life!
Seriously. I select only the very best shots and then edit them like a mofo. I am honest in my words but in pictures, I lie through my teeth.
But thank you! xx
OMG. I COULD PUT YOU IN MY POCKET!!! Totally cute, if I looked that cute while pregnant I would be the next Michelle Duggar.
Look, it’s all been said but the pics look great and so do you. I know, I know … we never feel good do we? I remember people telling me I looked “glowing” and “healthy” and wondering how this could be when I’d just vomited.
I love the dress pic though – the little arrow made me laugh. And the dress itself is wonderful. Just what you need to feel good at this time.
Are you sure you’re not 15?? You are adorable!
I AM kind of pocket-sized. But also, I have no discernible knees or ankles. So there’s that.
Thank you. 🙂
Yeah, I think by the third pregnancy, the glow is definitely dulled. I do remember feeling really cute in my first pregnancy. But that was five years ago….
I am SO sure, Greta! I’m not even 15 x 2. I am 15 x 2 + 5 – the number seems wrong but my exhaustion tells me it’s spot on.
But thank you!
You look pretty awesome, my dear. I always hated this time though: not big enough to look pregnant, too big you don’t look fat.
Honestly, with those baps, it’s hard to notice anything else.
I think one of my top 10 (insane) reasons to have another baby was the perfect temporary boob job. Mine are shot after two kids.
You look amazing and this is the first time I’ve heard the term baps.
Keep smiling, keep writing and keep taking pictures! If you don’t want to look at them now, that’s fine, just make up some hidden folder on your computer with all of them. Then, when you are ready, you can check them all out.
Back when I was in high school and in college I made up what was called the “forbidden album” (this was pre-digital photos) where I would put in whatever pics I or anyone determined were too horrible to bear. Over the years, that has always been the most popular and fun album to look at. And, after time, some pictures even got moved out when we came to our senses.
It’s fun to have pictures at all stages of life. Don’t miss out on this one (especially since you look great!!)
So this has been an educational post then? Ha!
Speaking of looking amazing, I’mma need your secrets to looking the way you do when the baby-making is done. Do you, like, abuse meth to keep that figure? 😉
The “forbidden album”? Oh, that’s perfect! Thank you, Nicole.
Yep–I know all of this! Good luck. But at this point, you’ve got the drill down, right? 😉
Ohmyoodness, you are adorable! Pure adorable!
(And for the record, wows hawt, too!)
Highlight the baps – yes, sage advice, wise friend.
I can’t even imagine my boobs after #3. It’s like save for house deposit or save for boob job? Tough call.
Well, you’d think so…..
Oh, you! Building me up, buttercup. Thank you. xxx
You are stunning!
I was an emotional wreck – no wait, an emotional PUFFY wreck – when I was pregnant!