Oh yes, yes I was.
I’m posting a picture of me, very pregnant, with my first son.
As you can CLEARLY see, I gained a lot of weight with my first born. When I got pregnant, it was like I was set free. I was running, arms outstretched, an euphoric expression on my face, down every grocery store aisle just WAITING to stuff every edible thing into my enormous maw.
And I did. I gained a WHOPPING 60 pounds with Dude. I had watched what I ate, and sacrificed so many goodies all throughout my life at that point that I’m afraid I went a little insane when suddenly, I was being told I had to eat.
And eat, I did.
(Look how FAT my hands were! Ugh!)
I was a whale. No, it’s okay, we can all admit that out loud. You won’t hurt my feelings because it’s the God’s-honest truth.
That is by far the biggest I’ve ever been in my life. I don’t think I even got that big with Jazz, and he was born on time!
I was about 32 weeks pregnant in this picture – Dude was born shortly after this picture was taken (Dude was 8 weeks early) so JUST THINK how big I would have ended up IF Dude had been full term!
I’m pretty sure I would have cracked the walls of our rental house just walking across the floors.
It took me forever to lose that weight. In fact, I never really lost all of it before I got pregnant with Jazz.
Ugh. My eyes bleed just looking at this picture.