With another pregnancy hopefully looming on the horizon, I'm reflecting on my past pregnancies. I've formulated my greatest tips to new expectant mothers based on my personal experience:
I don't care who you are...you will get "fat face" at some point during your pregnancy. If you're lucky it will hold off until the last month-or-so. If you aren't lucky (read: Me) "fat face" will set in right around the third day after conception. When your well-meaning husband looks at you and says "Honey, your face looks a little fat today," go ahead and make the OB appointment. And then confine your husband to the couch for 9 months for such a heartless comment.
Embrace the bump, ladies...pregnancy doesn't relegate you to ugly clothes and unflattering styles. Because...that bump will turn into this little chickadee soon enough..
And yes, I was in the "freakishly pregnant" stage here. Dude. Pictures like these are so flippin' weird looking.

My final tip is more of a delivery tip: if you have the luxury of knowing when you will be delivering prepare with this thought in mind: People will be taking pictures of you, and those pictures will ALWAYS BE THERE. Like, forever.
Here I am embracing the fitted shirt fashion...I'm embracing the belly. MUCH more flattering, in my opinion.
Please note: there are no pictures of me after I had my daughter posted on here for a reason. You know the reason.
Here's the tip: before you head to the hospital for labor and delivery (or get down with the birthing center, or home birth) put on a little waterproof mascara and curl the lashes, and light eyeshadow if you are so inclined. I'm not a vain person at all, truly, nor am I the type of girl that can't leave the house without makeup on...but I'm so glad I did this before I had my son. I also hot-rolled my hair that morning so it would at least cooperate for the next two days in the hospital. Because, who really WANTS to use a shower at the hospital?
And I can actually look at the pictures of him, brand-new and warm and think "I remember exactly how that felt," instead of "What the eff is wrong with my face?"
And just a quick picture of my wonderful, stupendous, fantastic doctor...I love you. I hope to see you soon. Thank you for letting me gain weight happily while I'm with child.
"Fat face" and bad fashion aside...pregnancy is a joy, full of new sensations and wondrous discoveries. (like HUGE breasts!)
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Working on my next segment now:
Babies Who Resemble Senior Citizens