Exactly 4 years ago.
Exactly 39 weeks pregnant.
With a boy we named Charles.
I loved my body.
Despite the itchy stretchmarks which I was scratching so much they bled. Despite the oh so painful sciatica, meaning I couldn't walk very far.
But I was happy with myself.
I was fascinated with what my body was doing. What it was creating. How my body was preparing itself for labour. For breastfeeding.
I look back on these photos and I have nothing but happy memories.
I remember exactly how I felt. Physically and mentally.
Loving life and floating on a cloud of excitement.
I miss this time. I'd love to go back to then. Just to feel that way again.