I remember one of my biggest worries throughout pregnancy was completely losing my figure. Looking back at the first image, I was 37 weeks pregnant with 4 weeks of growing left, completely in disbelief at how far my stomach could stretch. I’m sure it’s a very common concern, because although you’re creating a human and should be overwhelmed by the miracle of life and so on, you still want to resemble you after. You still want to feel like yourself. And so these worries went round and round in my head until I gave birth and they became a reality.
I remember standing in the mirror of the hospital bathroom, hours after giving birth, poking my sagging, wobbly belly thinking how the bloody hell is this going to go down. But miraculously..it does, eventually. I remember avoiding mirrors for the first few weeks, cringing every time I looked down in the shower. I scrutinised and criticised each tiny stretch mark and cried a little bit everyday (although I’m pretty sure that was hormone induced). On the other side though, I was /am completely in awe of my body, for making, carrying and giving birth to something so beautiful. And it really is worth every blemish. After 4 months, my body is not exactly how it was, nor will it ever be. But I only have to glance at Belle and I don’t care.
Nesting 