Good lord, that’s a belly! Also new this week, I split my pants! I was bending down to pet the dog on my way out the door to work when I felt a sudden draft waft over my rear. Thank God someone noticed before I actually left the house and not hours later when a kind stranger taps on my shoulder and tells me I should find a mirror or a sweater.
At the doctor’s appointment after the ultrasound, the doctor told me my appetite must be picking up. They she told me how much weight I’ve gained since my last appointment and I died. But one pound of that is the baby, so I’ve got that going for me. Then, a few days later, the checkout lady at the Home Depot told my husband I looked as though I could pop this baby out tomorrow. So, apparently, I am as huge as I feel and everyone who says otherwise is unkindly lying to a fat, pregnant lady.
152 days down, 128 days to go!