Well, I’m 37 week pg with no.2. My lil girl Elizabeth. I just wanted to share. Growing babies is hard work both inside and out. My first time around was alot harder, this time I’m alot more accepting. I love my roundness, and knowing that I’m making a healthy lil big person. I tend to grow large babies so I get big. AMAZING!!!
I look in the mirror everyday and go “huh…is this what I wanted 5 years ago?” No. Not the body that I have now, but I would not go back and change a thing. I have two beautiful boys and a husband who finds me sexy even though I don’t feel it. I loved being pregnant, I don’t love the aftermath of pregnancy. But the result-my children- are worth it. I spent almost 3 1/2 years breastfeeding my children…that will drain the heck out of you. My children are all weaned now and all I have left are empty shells that were once milk machines. I spend hours searching the net to see if anyone has it much worse than I do. I’m not going to lie, it makes me feel better about myself. I shouldn’t feel so bad about myself because a lot of people have bigger problems than I do. Everyone here is beautiful and brave for sharing their pictures and their stories!
I was 20 years old when I gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl. My body doesn’t look the same anymore. Pics of my stomach before, during and after pregnancy.
I just found this site via a link and am amazed and in awe of all the mothers who have posted especially with pictures. I will have to find pictures to post since so many of the younger mothers have questions about how it looks. Well I’m now almost 43 years old now, had my first child via emergency c-section at 26 and my second at age 39 via c-section not by choice but hosptial and insurance “once a c-section always a c-section” policy. I’ve since had a laboring miscarriage at 41 years of age and another earlier this year. All pregnancies regarless of the duration or outcome change our bodies. We look in the mirror and lament the changes instead of looking into the adoring faces of our children – and we mothers are the center of their world.
my life was one big nightmare i had a very bad dad who verbally and physically abused me and growing uo in a environment like that i felt really low. one day i snapped and tried taking the only way out by trying suicide b/c i had no reason to live. the day i found out i was pregnant i was in love. my purpose in this life was to make sure my lil angel had a great life and i am gonna do everything in my power to make sure of that. the day i had my son my heart melted i never loved someone so much so fast. i believe god sent him to me to show me that miracle’s happen and i do have a purpose. i am a mother and that to me is the most wonderful thing in this world. i don’t really like the way my body looks that much but i have alot of respect for it. my body made a beautiful angel i love my son zachariah and am looking forward to the adventures with him.
When I came across this site, I couldn’t wait to share some photos of my post-baby-tummy! I ran straight to the bathroom at work and took a couple….the first 2, are what my tummy looks like now….My oldest is 3 1/2, and my youngest baby is 9 months old.
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First I want to say thank you to all the women who have posted on this site. It is not easy to take pictures of your body and show others. My body image is something I have struggled with for years. I have two children, 5 and 9 months old. I would like to have one more, but I am scared to see how my body would end up looking. I know compared to other women my body does not seem as bad, but it is something I really struggle with. After seeing this site it makes me feel like I am not alone. Thanks again.
Giving birth was the best thing I’ve ever done. I love being a mom more than anything in the whole wide world. Even enough I can accept the little changes to my body. I’ve always been a curvier girl, but never had stretch marks before I was pregnant. Now I have what I call tiger scratches across my belly. Honestly, they don’t bother me. I was all belly when I got pregnant and I was suprised they weren’t worse. I could try all the lotions and potions out there that promise to get rid of them, but I smile at my little reminder that I once held my sweet baby in there. My breasts are now completely different sizes as well. Before I was pregnant I was a small C cup, perky as can be, and I loved them. At the end of my pregnancy and for the first couple months I was an E cup. My daughter has always preferred my left breast. I’ve tried since the beginning to get her to give the other breast a try, but she will only eat on it for a couple minutes (if she’ll even take it) then scream until I give her the ‘good’ breast back. She’s now a little over a year old and is still breastfeeding and still prefers the one breast over the other. My only hope is having another child and praying they prefer the right breast over the left and even me out :D
Hi everyone, I had posted here before and I just thought I would update. I got a lot of comments on my first post saying to not worry so much about my weight and I definitely took that into consideration. I think stressing about things make them worse often times. I am now two months postpartum and exactly 6 pounds away from my prepregnancy weight. I’m back into my 3’s and 4’s but not my 2’s yet. as you can see I still have a pudge on my stomach but it’s going away slowly. My baby boy is growing SO fast, he’s grown 3 inches taller in just two months! He’s exactly 24 inches tall now and a handful of lovliness :) Thanks to all of you guys for the kind words on my first post, it really did help me with my self image. – May.
