Wow! I have been reminded today, looking back on my weekly preggo pics, just how much my body actually is changing.

Despite the numerous, you don’t even look preg! comments I’ve gotten — which I soak in {ahem, the least that can happen after surviving fat kids childhood} and come on, what preggo doesn’t want to hear that kind of great self validation! But trust me — I’ve been feeling Baby FOH since day 1 {aka week 4}.

Granted, it’s only been in these last four weeks that I’ve truly begun to notice the bump changes, although I’ve physically been feeling it from the start.

Just this afternoon, I once again, had to remind myself to, be gentle with you. I was on a walk with Brother, B and Murph and suddenly, felt like I couldn’t keep going. Literally, as in I wasn’t sure my legs would continue working.

There is nothing that drives me more insane than physical limitations. It’s okay. I can take it slower. This now is just temporary and that’s just fine.

So here we have it, People. From 6 … To 26.

Also. Can someone please slap me the next time I look like Week 6 and I’m complaining about my body? Self love, hello! Jesus, what the hell was wrong with me then being so hard on myself?!

Also. If I were to ever appear in Playboy, my photo shoot would look something like the below. Okay, not really. Because um, I’d never have the kahunas to pose in Playboy and be so … exposed for Earth’s entire population to see. My point is – I feel rather vulnerable posting pics of me that almost seem on the scandalous side. That’s how conservative I usually am. I understand plenty of people actually go out in public to workout wearing way less than what I have on, but anyway … go easy on me.

Just goes to show — this work is an inside job. Otherwise, nothing is ever good enough. Nothing.

My sole goal in these final 14 weeks {wtf, 14} is to simply … enjoy. 14 weeks of just me. Yet me with two hearts.