This was originally posted in August 2011. We’re back at the beach this week and I keep thinking about this sweet scene. Being pregnant at the beach is kind of awesome, by the way. I’m all “Holla! My stomach is sticking out because I’m growing a human not because I love burritos!” (Because I do. Love them.)
So we got to the beach the other day, and I went into the bathroom to put my bathing suit on. I was excited to be on vacation, but not super thrilled to be displaying a 5-week postpartum body for all beach-goers to see. When I came out of the bathroom, sweet Liv was standing there in her own little swimsuit. She looked up at me with wide, blue eyes and said “Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute.”
I didn’t really worry about how I looked after that.