I couldn't pull my favorite jeans up past my thighs. My belly looked like there was something doing jumping jacks inside of it nightly around 10:30pm, coincidentally the same time I typically was ready for bed. And I don't think I have any selfies from month 7 on because my face didn't even look like me anymore, but someone who resembled me, 30 pounds heavier.
I didn't have my hair and makeup done. I didn't have on any fancy lingerie. And still, when I look at these photos and remember what an amazing miracle my body was creating, I can't help but to think I was the most beautiful I have ever been, pregnant.