{playing catch-up}: 30 weeks

I cannot tell a lie; I looked at the picture from 30 weeks and felt horrified.  That was three weeks ago, but I remember.  For some reason it seemed like a particularly difficult week at the time.  I wondered how I could keep getting bigger at this rate.  I bemoaned my ever-rounder face.  I compared it to 30 weeks with Nell and felt even worse.  (Umm hey, in retrospect, I barely looked pregnant at thirty weeks with Nell!  Oh, and I was wearing the same shirt in that photo as in this one, just for a nice stark comparison!)

Well, there's nothing like a few more weeks of pregnancy passing to give a woman perspective.  What was I crying about?  It can and will get (and has already gotten) worse.  Oh, the joys of bringing new life into the world, am I right?