If you guys follow me on Snapchat or Instagram stories, you probably saw how excited I was about the snow we got last friday. After years of not having a snowy winter (I luh you, PNW, but I missed me some snowy winters!), that first morning of waking up to a crisp, white landscape felt like waking up on Christmas morning. Usually that first snowfall doesn't stick around very long either, but it's been cold enough that it's stayed put!
These days I feel like I have the opposite of a phantom limb. Instead of feeling something that isn't there, I don't feel something that is there: my bump. I forget that it's so big and then I'll go to touch it and it's like, whoa! It is certainly a most bizarre experience to have your body be taken over and change so drastically in such a relatively short amount of time. I've been going to some prenatal yoga classes and it's funny to be among a group of other women who are all dealing with the same thing, but who are all at varying stages of pregnancy. It's weird to look back on the days when I wasn't showing yet. I'm entering the final stretch here pretty soon, and I think with the holidays fast approaching it'll make everything go by even faster. Honestly, I still wake up in the morning and look in the mirror and feel like I'm still dreaming. Being pregnant still doesn't seem real, even though I'm, oh, almost 8 months into this process.
Coat : Tulle | Leggings : Jessica Simpson via Motherhood Maternity | Boots : Vogue Footwear
Top : Motherhood Maternity | Plaid Shirt : Thrifted
