I love looking at old pictures! I probably go back and look at pictures from Cashew's first days once or twice a week. Today, I went back to before she was here... when we were just patiently (ha, patiently) awaiting her arrival.
In my search, I came across this little gem. The day of my best friend's wedding. The day that a men's XL dress shirt wouldn't button over my belly. The day that I was supposed to sit - a lot - but didn't. The day before my water broke.
This one picture means so many things to me. This is pregnant Kerri at critical mass, swollen feet, swollen hands, swollen nose. This is the memory of the best times and hardest times during my pregnancy. This is the memory of the most amazing next few days, weeks, months.
I'm sure that I didn't want to have my picture taken. I had on no make up - I was sweaty, hungry, and extremely uncomfortable - but I smiled anyway. I was praying that I would make it through the ceremony, through the first dance, through the cake cutting. I found a chair and for 4 hours after the nuptials, I waddled from that chair to the bathroom - 10 times.
But we made it! The day I was most nervous about, came and went with no baby activity. Hallelujah! Then, on Sunday, Cashew said - 'I'm getting out of here' and I said "Oh, thank God!"
To whomever took this picture - thank you.
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