Monday, April 28, 2014


I now weigh as much as I did when I gave birth to Charles.  I have eleven weeks to go.


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The baby’s quite the kicker


My butt gets big right along with my belly.  My thighs?  Humongous.  And I know I’m going to get bigger.


I wouldn’t be so depressed about it, except that I know what will happen within a week after giving birth: I will no longer look pregnant, I will just look really, really fat.  And that fat will linger for a year or more.


I am healthier this pregnancy than I was during either of the other two.  I eat well, I exercise regularly.  I passed my glucose screen with flying colors.  But my body still did what it does, and gained a bunch of weight.


Well.  So there you go.  I’m fighting to get over it now.  After all, there appears to be nothing I can do about it.  And I do have eleven weeks until my due date, so there’s no sense in crying over spilled milk, as it were.  All that remains is to find comfortable clothes to take me through the third trimester and some ways to enjoy my last pregnancy.  A getaway would be nice, but that’s not happening.  Maybe someone can hint to Tony that planning several date nights between now and July would be most welcome…


Sarah said...

Still super cute! You look fabulous!

Jennifer L. said...

The next eleven weeks are going to fly by! Can't wait to see the adorable new addition when he arrives!

Julia said...

You look gorgeous, regardless what the scale tells you!

jeanne-marie said...

tu es magnifique!!!! alors, ne regardes plus ta balance :)