That's right folks. After thirty-three long (and I do indeed mean long) weeks of pregnancy, my belly is so big that I do believe it warrants its own zip code. It's funny though how everyone has his or her own opinion on JUST HOW pregnant I look....by funny, I mean it was funny about twenty weeks ago. To some, I apparently don't look like I'm more than half way there....to others, I apparently look as though I'm carrying twins. I don't mind though...and I'll admit-- at my doctor's appointment this week, I had gained a total of nineteen pounds. That's a lot when you take into account that I'm only five feet tall, but it's not a lot when you talk to other pregnant ladies, including my mother, who will kill me if I tell you how much weight she gained with me, but let's just say it was significantly more than nineteen pounds by week thirty-three. We still have no idea what we're having, and I'm hoping that by the time the baby actually gets here I will have accepted the fact that he or she is meant to be a surprise. We're bound to find out soon, right? As soon as we officially decide on both a boy's name and a girl's name, I think I'll be able to sit back and wait patiently for the little one's arrival....ok, so probably not, but I do think it will help make the wait more bearable.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Posted by leemeandthegirls at 11/13/2009