I changed my mind

Back in July 2007 when I was weeks away from giving birth to James, it became apparent that I wouldn't be able to put off getting a new drivers license photo taken. That's because I was living in a different state, and I had no photo for that state. The PA DMV wasn't keen on my great idea of cutting out the photo from my CA license and pasting it on the PA license.

So I had been planning on waiting to get the photo taken until after James had been born, had been weaned, and I had lost, you know, like 70 pounds. Indeed, I would still be waiting to get that photo taken, since I haven't lost all the weight yet. Sigh.

The Pennsylvania government wasn't as flexible as I'd hoped about my wants and needs, and they insisted that I get my photo taken right away. And by "right away" I mean six months or so after I'd moved to the state. They are so unreasonable!

So I was nine months pregnant when I got my drivers license photo taken in Pennsylvania. I joked with the charming young man at the license and registration place, and he joked back: "Hey, you can go on The Biggest Loser!" This made me feel even more glamorous than I'd already been feeling.

Crestfallen, I made my way to the camera and got my photo taken. I was not happy with it, but what are you going to do. And, really, who is happy with their drivers license photo? And who ever sees it anyway, I asked myself. The cop who pulls me over? The associate at Old Navy? It just doesn't matter.

But now, when I open my wallet and glance at that photo, I am utterly charmed to see myself 9 months pregnant with James. I look so happy. And buxom! I'm so glad that moment was immortalized in a photo I get to see all the time. Silly me-from-2-years-ago. She didn't know what she was thinking.

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[Antropologa]

I don't know what I was going for with my expression in mine but I look constipated and smug. Somehow.