End of pregnancy

I was looking for photos today for our holiday card and got completely distracted by old pictures on the computer.  Some old photos were charming and a nice surprise....ones of my daughter as a tiny baby just 15 months ago, ones of my son dancing, etc.  But- there were a few I came across that I really wish I hadn't seen.  Particularly the ones during the end of my 2nd pregnancy.

It was August....in NYC....hot....sticky....humid...and I was past my due date....barely able to walk to the corner and back with the dog.  I was utterly miserable.  Yet, during all the misery, I still thought I looked somewhat cute.  Hmmmmm...someone should have told me.

I thought I looked like this everyday:

Or maybe even as tough as this:

Sadly....no.  This is really what I looked like every single day:

I wore the hell out of that green stretchy shirt....like several times a week....because I thought it looked good on me.  In actuality, with the green shirt and the swollen ankles, I looked like the lead in Shrek the Musical that they let walk around Manhattan in costume to drive up ticket sales.  (Note....10 hours after this picture was taken I gave birth so this is about as horrendous as it got....but still- you'd think my lovely husband would have told me to hit up Target Maternity one more time).

Now on to finding cute pictures of the kids......