Actress Bethany C. Meyers HD Photos and Wallpapers February 2025

My moves aren’t gone, just hibernating. In the meantime I’m soaking up the best dance of my life. ✨#postpartum #momlife #changeisgood

I just made an appointment to chop my hair and anyone I tell who hasn’t known my hair evolution over the years is like nooo are you sure??? And I’m like everyone just be happy I’m not shaving my head!! (or be sad bc shaved head Bethany was a VIBE) Here’s all the hair looks I could find starting at 21! What’s your fav and should I dye my hair blonde again? Yes or yes?

Yesterday we walked the kids down to the beach for some fresh salt air, everyone came down with a nasty cold this weekend (minus me so far 🤞🏼) so per usual we used the beach as our healing ground. While there — Nico holding our toddler and me holding our baby — I started to think about my pregnancy with Pesce and how much the ocean played a part in his entrance to the world. I stood at this beach the day he was conceived. I prayed for him here when l convinced myself we had miscarried again. I used the ocean to prepare for labor – imagining the waves filling my uterus and washing open my cervix. The ocean roared with a hurricane when my water broke, and once the storm had passed, I labored here while staring at the waves. When it was time to push, we turned off the music and listened to the ocean instead. The beach was the first adventure he went on and nap times have been spent with feet in the sand, sounds of waves in the ears. And now I stand at this familiar place, my mother’s intuition heightened from having sick babies tucked into my arms and I think about the passing of time and the waves of life. How each moment, each phase, each struggle and triumph comes and goes and subtly changes the terrain we stand on. And then I thought about these photos, the final weeks before three became four and our world cracked open once again. ✨ 📸 by @createanomaly

Yesterday we walked the kids down to the beach for some fresh salt air, everyone came down with a nasty cold this weekend (minus me so far 🤞🏼) so per usual we used the beach as our healing ground. While there — Nico holding our toddler and me holding our baby — I started to think about my pregnancy with Pesce and how much the ocean played a part in his entrance to the world. I stood at this beach the day he was conceived. I prayed for him here when l convinced myself we had miscarried again. I used the ocean to prepare for labor – imagining the waves filling my uterus and washing open my cervix. The ocean roared with a hurricane when my water broke, and once the storm had passed, I labored here while staring at the waves. When it was time to push, we turned off the music and listened to the ocean instead. The beach was the first adventure he went on and nap times have been spent with feet in the sand, sounds of waves in the ears. And now I stand at this familiar place, my mother’s intuition heightened from having sick babies tucked into my arms and I think about the passing of time and the waves of life. How each moment, each phase, each struggle and triumph comes and goes and subtly changes the terrain we stand on. And then I thought about these photos, the final weeks before three became four and our world cracked open once again. ✨ 📸 by @createanomaly

Yesterday we walked the kids down to the beach for some fresh salt air, everyone came down with a nasty cold this weekend (minus me so far 🤞🏼) so per usual we used the beach as our healing ground. While there — Nico holding our toddler and me holding our baby — I started to think about my pregnancy with Pesce and how much the ocean played a part in his entrance to the world. I stood at this beach the day he was conceived. I prayed for him here when l convinced myself we had miscarried again. I used the ocean to prepare for labor – imagining the waves filling my uterus and washing open my cervix. The ocean roared with a hurricane when my water broke, and once the storm had passed, I labored here while staring at the waves. When it was time to push, we turned off the music and listened to the ocean instead. The beach was the first adventure he went on and nap times have been spent with feet in the sand, sounds of waves in the ears. And now I stand at this familiar place, my mother’s intuition heightened from having sick babies tucked into my arms and I think about the passing of time and the waves of life. How each moment, each phase, each struggle and triumph comes and goes and subtly changes the terrain we stand on. And then I thought about these photos, the final weeks before three became four and our world cracked open once again. ✨ 📸 by @createanomaly

Yesterday we walked the kids down to the beach for some fresh salt air, everyone came down with a nasty cold this weekend (minus me so far 🤞🏼) so per usual we used the beach as our healing ground. While there — Nico holding our toddler and me holding our baby — I started to think about my pregnancy with Pesce and how much the ocean played a part in his entrance to the world. I stood at this beach the day he was conceived. I prayed for him here when l convinced myself we had miscarried again. I used the ocean to prepare for labor – imagining the waves filling my uterus and washing open my cervix. The ocean roared with a hurricane when my water broke, and once the storm had passed, I labored here while staring at the waves. When it was time to push, we turned off the music and listened to the ocean instead. The beach was the first adventure he went on and nap times have been spent with feet in the sand, sounds of waves in the ears. And now I stand at this familiar place, my mother’s intuition heightened from having sick babies tucked into my arms and I think about the passing of time and the waves of life. How each moment, each phase, each struggle and triumph comes and goes and subtly changes the terrain we stand on. And then I thought about these photos, the final weeks before three became four and our world cracked open once again. ✨ 📸 by @createanomaly

Yesterday we walked the kids down to the beach for some fresh salt air, everyone came down with a nasty cold this weekend (minus me so far 🤞🏼) so per usual we used the beach as our healing ground. While there — Nico holding our toddler and me holding our baby — I started to think about my pregnancy with Pesce and how much the ocean played a part in his entrance to the world. I stood at this beach the day he was conceived. I prayed for him here when l convinced myself we had miscarried again. I used the ocean to prepare for labor – imagining the waves filling my uterus and washing open my cervix. The ocean roared with a hurricane when my water broke, and once the storm had passed, I labored here while staring at the waves. When it was time to push, we turned off the music and listened to the ocean instead. The beach was the first adventure he went on and nap times have been spent with feet in the sand, sounds of waves in the ears. And now I stand at this familiar place, my mother’s intuition heightened from having sick babies tucked into my arms and I think about the passing of time and the waves of life. How each moment, each phase, each struggle and triumph comes and goes and subtly changes the terrain we stand on. And then I thought about these photos, the final weeks before three became four and our world cracked open once again. ✨ 📸 by @createanomaly

Yesterday we walked the kids down to the beach for some fresh salt air, everyone came down with a nasty cold this weekend (minus me so far 🤞🏼) so per usual we used the beach as our healing ground. While there — Nico holding our toddler and me holding our baby — I started to think about my pregnancy with Pesce and how much the ocean played a part in his entrance to the world. I stood at this beach the day he was conceived. I prayed for him here when l convinced myself we had miscarried again. I used the ocean to prepare for labor – imagining the waves filling my uterus and washing open my cervix. The ocean roared with a hurricane when my water broke, and once the storm had passed, I labored here while staring at the waves. When it was time to push, we turned off the music and listened to the ocean instead. The beach was the first adventure he went on and nap times have been spent with feet in the sand, sounds of waves in the ears. And now I stand at this familiar place, my mother’s intuition heightened from having sick babies tucked into my arms and I think about the passing of time and the waves of life. How each moment, each phase, each struggle and triumph comes and goes and subtly changes the terrain we stand on. And then I thought about these photos, the final weeks before three became four and our world cracked open once again. ✨ 📸 by @createanomaly

Yesterday we walked the kids down to the beach for some fresh salt air, everyone came down with a nasty cold this weekend (minus me so far 🤞🏼) so per usual we used the beach as our healing ground. While there — Nico holding our toddler and me holding our baby — I started to think about my pregnancy with Pesce and how much the ocean played a part in his entrance to the world. I stood at this beach the day he was conceived. I prayed for him here when l convinced myself we had miscarried again. I used the ocean to prepare for labor – imagining the waves filling my uterus and washing open my cervix. The ocean roared with a hurricane when my water broke, and once the storm had passed, I labored here while staring at the waves. When it was time to push, we turned off the music and listened to the ocean instead. The beach was the first adventure he went on and nap times have been spent with feet in the sand, sounds of waves in the ears. And now I stand at this familiar place, my mother’s intuition heightened from having sick babies tucked into my arms and I think about the passing of time and the waves of life. How each moment, each phase, each struggle and triumph comes and goes and subtly changes the terrain we stand on. And then I thought about these photos, the final weeks before three became four and our world cracked open once again. ✨ 📸 by @createanomaly

Yesterday we walked the kids down to the beach for some fresh salt air, everyone came down with a nasty cold this weekend (minus me so far 🤞🏼) so per usual we used the beach as our healing ground. While there — Nico holding our toddler and me holding our baby — I started to think about my pregnancy with Pesce and how much the ocean played a part in his entrance to the world. I stood at this beach the day he was conceived. I prayed for him here when l convinced myself we had miscarried again. I used the ocean to prepare for labor – imagining the waves filling my uterus and washing open my cervix. The ocean roared with a hurricane when my water broke, and once the storm had passed, I labored here while staring at the waves. When it was time to push, we turned off the music and listened to the ocean instead. The beach was the first adventure he went on and nap times have been spent with feet in the sand, sounds of waves in the ears. And now I stand at this familiar place, my mother’s intuition heightened from having sick babies tucked into my arms and I think about the passing of time and the waves of life. How each moment, each phase, each struggle and triumph comes and goes and subtly changes the terrain we stand on. And then I thought about these photos, the final weeks before three became four and our world cracked open once again. ✨ 📸 by @createanomaly

Guys…I have applause ringing in my head all day long as I shake this bob around feeling 100000000 times lighter and oh so free! Long hair was fun but honestly short hair is so much more me. Thanks for coming along for the ride and thanks to @addisongavazzi for the most perfect cut! Let the postpartum makeover commence!!! #hairtransformation #shorthair #bobhaircut

Going…going…BLONDE! Nothing screams postpartum like the desire to chop off all your hair and bleach the f out of it am I right?? Big thanks to @lordoftheblonde and @salon26north for painting the most perfect creamy blonde on my head!