This is what a pregnant lady looks like at {two days from} 39 weeks.

I hope I haven’t scared the living shit out of half of you. The half of you most likely being of the male gender, because, I’m counting on my fellow females out there to represent for me and not quickly “x” out of the site shuddering and screaming. I can count on you girls, right? Of course I can.

It’s always that side view that gets me. From the front, I don’t look nearly as scary. Dare I say, I almost don’t even look 39 weeks preg. But the side never lies. It’s a dead giveaway. Every single time.

Earlier this evening, TC asked me if, THIS, was being documented. THIS being pregnant me.

I wondered why in the hell he would want THIS documented?! He then went on to ask if The BF and I have had pictures taken together. I can always count on TC to ask the girly questions for me. Clearly this wouldn’t be something Maman would think to ask, I rely on my father to remember things like maternity shoots.

The answer to all the above is: NO. I mean, yes, there are pictures of me — I’ve taken one close to every week, starting at four weeks. But People, I’m just not into the whole maternity pictures. Can’t even get remotely in to it.

I credit this to two things: one, it’s a personality trait. I’m just not all that into pictures. In fact, I’m terrible with getting pictures printed. I don’t even have a single wedding picture up in our house … or really, any pictures, other than The Littles and my collection of old family photos from the 1800s-mid 1920s.

I definitely want to improve and get better on printing more pictures and displaying them. Especially now with The Babe about to arrive — I think it’s important to display the family. This is on my things to do while on maternity leave list. I’m hoping one of you will remember I said that to hold me accountable.

The other reason for my lack of current preggo pictures? I don’t really want to remember myself in this way. Does that sound bad? Hopefully not too bad, but per usual, I am keeping it real.

I feel NOTHING like me. And I don’t want to be reminded of this time. It doesn’t mean I still don’t think pregnancy has been a monumental nine months — it is, but it also incorporates The All for me, which means there’s a lot of things I’d just rather forget.

I find myself wishing I was one of those beautiful girls gracing the cover of Fit Pregnancy or some other mama kind of mag, or one of those power mommy bloggers who looks all glowing and thrilled to be pregnant and her husband stands proudly behind her, his hands resting on her stomach.

But, People, that’s just not me. These above photos, they are me. They show the reality — the barely able to keep my eyes open, I’m so f-ing exhausted, how can I make it through this day me. They are no makeup. No glitz. A messy bathroom. Lululemon wearing me.

And, you know, I’m okay with that. Because it is me. There’s nothing like pregnancy to make you finally and fully take ownership of who you are without apologizing for it.