9 Months, 40 Weeks, 280 Days

I wasn't always the best at keeping up with my pregnancy "bumpdates," but I'm so glad that I documented what I was able to when the chaos of life didn't get in the way. Now that my oven is officially bun-less, it's so surreal to look back on my 9-month journey and see the changes my body went through to bring Baby Pep into the world. Pregnancy was not my favorite thing in the world, but I won't for a second say that it was anything short of miraculous. As un-fun as weight gain and heartburn were, I'd do it again in a heartbeat for my Charlie. Words cannot describe how much I love that little squirt.

Just for kicks, here's a 40-week comparison:

5 // 6 // 7

8 // 9 // 10

11 // 12 // 14

16 // 17 // 18

20 // 21 // 22

23 // 26 // 28

29 // 30 // 31

32 // 34 // 35

37 // 38 // 40

Man, pregnancy was such a wild ride. A ride that I am fine with not taking again any time soon ;)