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A topic of conversation lately has been how big could I really be with baby #2. I am sure people think I am exaggerating when I say that I am pretty large. It is a struggle for me not to waddle, which you may remember from the last pregnancy I made sure I did not waddle. But, by the end of the day I give up and waddle. Today at exercise group, the newest member of the group was kind enough to infer I was the size of a mack truck. She compared me to one of the other members who is due 6 weeks ahead of me that I am larger than. Now you must remember when looking at this picture I am 7 mons pregnant...I have a LONG way to go...I have just started the 3rd trimester! After the new girl left, the girl that I was compared to told me how rude the new girl was and how uncomfortable she felt when the new girl mentioned my largeness. I told her I was going to go home and eat because I was so depressed! I really don't care though, I mean it was rude and shouldn't be said to most people, but you can't compare me to the other girls in the class, before I was preggers I was 4 sizes bigger than them, so it is not like I would the same size/smaller than them. I have had several months to adjust to the fact that I am going to be larger than them, and I had a Dad who helped me to learn that people don't always say nice things, but you shouldn't let it bring you down. Seriously though, as rude things go, why do people think that when a woman is pregnant they should say things to you that they would normally not say, I mean thank you I don't need to hear your birth story or how I should cherish this time or whatever "advise" you feel to compelled to tell me. If I want to hear any of the information I will ask you...I have plenty of friends in my life who can tell me what's up, I don't need you complete stranger to give me random unasked for info. I don't know if the new girl (who had a baby 4 mon ago, so she should no better) just has a rude problem, but I might not talk to her as much as I was before, because she seems to not have much tact, and I don't need that kind of mumbo-jumbo in my life.
So about this pregnancy I feel like I am carrying really high. You can see that that shirt has a little ruching that won't fit between my chest and my belly. I am apparently trying to compete with my Aunt how told me by the time she delivered her son she could only wear my Uncle's bathrobe. I don't have any of the pictures of me in profile with Gwen on this computer to compare, but rest assured I am bigger than before.
No word back on the glucose test yet, I am hoping that means I passed, my next Dr's appt is next week...AHH! I am down to 2 week appts. Guess we should consider getting the crib together and ordering the mattress. I mean seriously, now that Eric has passed his test (YEA Eric!) we will have plenty of time to do those fun house things we have been meaning to do...nothing like being preggers and wanting to have a completed todo list.