02-2-2010 - MOOOOOO

My mood while writing this blog: Fat

So I'm HUGE.... I'm 4'8 and I've been told that this little guy is gonna be somewhere between 10 - 12 pounds if I make it to my scheduled c section date... huh? what? really? How and why does this happen... Think about it... I'd die trying to deliver this giant baby if it were 100 years ago.

Don't get me wrong mamas... I'm not complaining, I love me some big fat babies, it just doesn't make sense!

Also, my girls are so big when I take off my bra and move a little it looks like there are 2 rabid squirrels running loose in my shirt... I've outgrown my 34 Fs and I don't even know what comes after that, what is up with the supersize baby and tatas?

Here, I will paint this lovely picture of myself a little more in detail for you... Because I'm so short and from my chest to my hips I am enormous, I look very much like a weeble or the girl that turns into a blueberry on Willy Wonka Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. My stretch marks from my last one are already getting bigger and I have 16 weeks to go! My husband has informed me that I huff, puff and 'groan' unknowingly' when I get up, lay down, roll over etc... This is the funniest part ever, I love being prego even as rolly polly as I've become. This little peanut is very busy in there and I love to watch him dance!

Now, I am relying on you ladies to remind me that I said that I love being prego in a few weeks when I can't get my shoes on or have to spend $50 on a bra that fits... Keep me in check ladies, I'm counting on you!!