Pictures, Its a Love/Hate Relationship

So I got back from a really great trip in Colorado, tons of fun and really great memories.... I'm so proud of my dad, I loved hearing stories about him and seeing him get emotional just made my heart pound, I almost lost it a million times. But the greatest thing is all the pictures that were taken... (I say that so sarcastically) I mean I love having pictures to remeber so many things, but you see being pregnant and being me don't create any kind of beautiful shot. I used to think i looked good pregnant, then I would see a picture and be brought back to reality. My whole body blows up, like from my head to my feet, and you so see it in every picture. I see so many other women who are just the picture of perfect pregnant women, two are in my family, Denise and Erika, they both just looked the same with big prego bellies. Me on the other hand have a blown up face to match the blown up belly and in the last month or so of the adventure I have blown up legs/ankles to go with the rest of the package. With Jack I didn't think it was that bad, until a month and a half after I had him we had a family reunion which of course pictures were taken and i looked huge...still So with my dads retirement I got to be in many photo opps, which again going out I felt I was looking ok, then seeing everything I just want to scream, but such is life I guess... The sacrifices we moms make for our children, right ; )
Anyhow, that was my vent session.. tomorrow we go and find out what we are having, I know a lot of you probably would not find out, I mean we already have a boy and a girl, but I am not the patient kind, I have to know.. maybe I just won't tell anyone... yea right!