I'm exactly 21 weeks along...so I now am on the down slope of this whole adventure. Only 19 to go! Almost there. ha ha.
I've gained one pound total so far. One pound. According to Kari, I'm having a minnow. Now don't get me wrong, I had plenty of pounds to spare when I started this whole deal, so I wasn't planning on gaining very much weight, but still...one pound? The kid is basically one pound at this point.
So basically, if all I've gained is one pound, I have one nagging question... Does that mean my whole life I could have spared myself the pain of denying myself ice cream and instead dove into a pint every night?
Something tells me no...
Oh, and in case you haven't seen me lately, just because I've only gained one pound according to my Dr's scale, the tape measure she pulled out the other day to measure my belly proves there is something going on around there that involves something other than ice cream and cookies...that thing is g-r-o-w-i-n-g! Three cheers for hot maternity pants with no zippers and stretchy secret panels. Ugh.
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