Cleaning up my iphone pictures.
Yep, that's me plus 75 pounds. They were taken at 36 weeks, 2 days, February 2, 2010. It was the day before the boys' arrivals. Oh those poor little pants. I feel for them.
Then I recalled an email that I sent to friends at 32 weeks along, stating that I was done taking and posting pictures of my ever growing belly. There is something about feeling bad and feeling like you look like you feel that makes you want to hibernate.
Now that I'm a bit (only a bit) more comfortable in my skin (15 months later), this picture brings laughter, excitement, reminiscence and shock, of course. Maybe a few of your jaws dropped, too. You're welcome.