I realized not too long ago that while I wasn't looking, I managed to put on the most weight ever. I am officially gross. Now, this comes long before baby decided to make an appearance. I am fat.
What was I thinking? I may just be one of those "overweight" pregnant women with a little * on her chart (* Watch out for Fatty - she may screw things up if she keeps feeding her face).
I have been good about eating - very good in fact. Little meals, lots of fruits and veggies, can't tell you when I last had dessert (OK, it was Sunday - but I thought I was going to hurl as soon as I put it in my mouth).
So, with whatever I do from now on, I have to once again worry - am I hurting Baby by being a big tub o' lard?
Am I always going to be this neurotic?
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Just wait until the baby is here. All of my statements about Zoe seem to be "I just worry that......". You are not fat. Stop.
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