The computer in the dining room randomly puts up pictures from our entire gallery and it’s fun to walk through and see old Christmases and football games and my little squashy-faced baby that is now a toddler. Sometimes it plays ultrasound videos of the baby back before we knew her – when she was just something we hoped would be as wonderful as she is. But sometimes it plays videos of me, pregnant, smiling, healthy… and I hold my breath because… oh my gosh, I was so pretty. And I’m afraid I’ll never be again.