One thing I SWORE I would never do while pregnant would be to complain about weight gain. Hearing adorably plump pregnant women complain about their big butts and big bellies made me sad. The health of their baby is worth the pudge. Right?
At my doctor's appointment this past week, after the warm welcome from the sweet sweet nursing staff, and after the urine test and belly measurement, I got weighed. Holy cow. Hello 20 pound weight gain.
My initial reaction was, "oh no." But, I love it.
I've had to start wearing various sterling silver rings instead of my wedding band. My fingers have become rather plump :-) And forget about wearing anything other than maternity clothes or Large scrubs. I officially cannot bend over...no more tying my own shoes...even putting my pants on is hilarious as I can barely reach my fee. No more crossing my legs...and my walk has become more of a waddle. But as humerous and endearing as it is to be preggo - it's gotten uncomfortable.
I've let a couple comments slip to Tommy noting my increasing double chin and steadily growing arse...but...the thoughts are gone in a moment when I feel my little one twirl in my belly. Who knows how big I'm going to get - I still have so many weeks to go!!!