When I found out I was pregnant in January, I looked forward to the belly. I’m not a small person — 5’11 with bare feet — and I assumed that with pregnancy, my frame would expand accordingly, and quickly. I was ready for it.
It didn’t happen. I didn’t really begin to show until I was almost six months pregnant, and, ridiculously, I felt really cheated by this. They aren’t great, but I think these were the first photos that were taken of me when I had a noticeable tummy. They were taken at Keith’s family reunion in South Carolina.
This was a month later, and officially my first belly shot in the mirror. This seems to be a ubiquitous thing that women do in the age of social media. Note that I’m using a real camera — smartphones weren’t really a thing until my second daughter was born in 2011.