“It ain’t over til the fat lady sings.”
Well, I believe that in honor of entering my 36th week of pregnancy, I’m changing this famous line to, “It ain’t over til the fat pregnant lady sings.”
The gaining of the weight hasn’t bothered me so much until recent weeks.
Back in the day, the thought of telling Matt how much I weighed, burping or ‘letting wind’ as my grandma would say in front of him was something you would not find me doing. Even after seven years of dating and a good year of marriage under our belt.
Things change when you get pregnant.
I feel like since I’m the one that is going through all of these bodily changes and I moved seven hours away from my closest friend, he should be the one to suffer and hear about all of these new issues that arise daily from carrying his child.
At a recent doctor’s appointment, I was weighed, as I normally am. Let’s just say, I have crept past the 160-pound mark. Once we got into the exam room and the nurse had left, I asked Matt how much he weighed. He told no lies and very matter-of-factly told me how much he weighed… which was less than me.
The one thing I never wanted to hear was that my husband weighed less than me.
Yes, I’m growing a human inside of me and yes, somehow I have come through this pregnancy without gaining weight in my rear or face.
But if I haven’t gained extra weight in my rear or in my face, it has to be going somewhere, right?
Apparently, it’s all going to my feet.
My mom has told me numerous times (and I have also heard her tell this story to others) that her feet swelled to ginormous proportions while she was pregnant… especially with my sister. Go figure.
I never thought I’d be able to experience cankles… until now.
So in a month’s time, after the birth of my child, I can guarantee you that I will immediately lose 20 pounds.
From my stomach. And from my feet.