You guys, I know I might just be the worlds worst blogger. But, #momlife comes first. We fought too dang long and hard for Luna to not relish every single freaking moment with her. BUT, now that she is a little older, *insert mom tears,* I am ready to start throwing my passions back into the mix (aka blogging). I really do love my blog (despite some random Instagram anger fits here and there), and it's such a fun way to connect with all of you and it really has opened my world and ways. I see things in a new light and it definitely forces me out of my comfort zone.
BUT, this isn't an ode to blogging post. This is a promise to you guys (and really, myself) to try to be better and blog more frequently and consistently. It's not like we aren't taking the photos... I just never get around to posting them. But one of my New Years resolutions was to be better.
And what better way than to start with this post. 😂 It's literally been in my drafts since I was 37 weeks pregnant with Luna (so basically, almost 16 months). Yikes.
But I thought, why the heck not post these finally?!
I was 37 weeks pregnant with Luna here. Isn't it crazy to think that she came only one week later after these images were taken? INSANE!
But I LOVED this dress. I actually even really love it with the sneakers haha. My feet were KILLING me late in my pregnancy (plantar's fasciitis), so sneakers were my go-to... with everything haha. We shot these before heading to a work party for Ben (my husband, for those of you who are new around here).
And by the way, can we talk about how swollen my face and lips looked in my third trimester? Holy smokes... I look like I'd gotten stung by a bee haha. Welp, I guess I know what I would look like now with lip injections haha. Probably not my favorite look on me. But pregnancy is beautiful. A very very beautiful thing. I am just thanking my lucky stars I got to experience it, and that I get to be Luna's mommy. I will never ever take it (pregnancy), or Luna or IVF for granted. Ever.
Do any of you mama's miss being pregnant, or are you more in the get-this-baby-out-of-me camp?