I’ll tell you what, I am making pregnancy look sexy as hell these last few days.
Heather over at vintagefrenchchic noted it had been a while since I’d posted a naked photo, so here is the latest:
Kris bought me this belly cast kit for our anniversary. I think. Or my birthday? It couldn’t have been my birthday unless he is clairvoyant. My memory, like my birthday, is a thing of the past.
I didn’t do a cast with Arlo so I was excited to have a chance – surely my last – at capturing this bulbous belly before me. When the PUPPS hit at 37 weeks I thought I’d lost the opportunity, scared by what peeling plaster might to do my already damaged skin. Fast forward two weeks though and the PUPPS has migrated to the tops of my arms and thighs (violently, as this gruesome photo shows) so I decided it was now or never.
I wore a tank top just to be on the safe side and Kris went to work. It felt really good! The cool, milky strips acted as a balm and as the cast dried I felt supported in a way I haven’t felt this entire pregnancy. Something else was bearing this 30 lb weight for a good 10 minutes and it was heavenly. HEAVENLY damnit! It was fun to watch the sculptor at work as well. Kris was serious about his art, grumbling if he cut a strip too short, cursing at a wrinkle that wouldn’t smooth and eyeing his piece from every angle as he progressed.
(I am that piece.)
The cast isn’t perfect, (the artist is own worst critic) but it represents this single moment in my life, rash and all, and for that I love it.