Icky picture...
The next day, good picture...
Yuck. I hate the third trimester. But I am grateful that I have had a healthy pregnancy! "Healthy" for the baby at least. Not for me. Gaining just as much if not more weight than last time! So easy to get discouraged over 9 months of seeing the scale constantly rise.
Last doc's appointment the bleeping nurse laughed at my weight gain. She weighed me, told me I'd gained SEVEN pounds, and then laughed. I looked square at her and said, "Dont laugh at my fat-ness." She didnt know how to react. That's very mean of me I know. But I hate getting so heavy so fast!!!!! In just 18 weeks I have gained about 40 pounds. My body hurts, and it hurts to look in the mirror. So many people say I look like I'm all baby... but I'm not. You'd think I am carrying a baby in my belly AND another one in my hind-end. ACK! Can't wait to lose this stuff!
Oh and oh the joy of stretch marks. I don't have any NEW ones yet... but soon, very soon. Around this time was when I started seeing them last time. And I'm not talking 1 or 2. I'm talking hundreds all over my hips. Only 1 on my tummy... thankfully. TMI?
