With Liv asleep in my lap, I had to put together all of my bathroom mirror belly pictures as one last goodbye to nine long--and yet oh so short--months of growing this baby girl. Pregnancy wore me out and made me feel like I had a terminal illness for the first four months. It worried me (can we afford two kids?) and thrilled me (most of all when we found out we were having a girl); it changed me, softened me, kept me warm. It yielded the best gift of all: a healthy, happy baby. I am grateful.
Also, here are a few pregnancy photo shoots we did at 18 weeks, 21 weeks, and 25 weeks. Goodbye, pregnancy! She was worth it.