I never expected to get so big during pregnancy. I’m not even the pregnant one!
But, it’s finally happened, yesterday I stood up straight, looked down, and saw nothing but belly and floor. With no feet to speak of, I’d officially failed the tubbiness test and moved into the realm of fat guy.
I guess a lot of this has to do with the Sarah’s quickened eating schedule, and my portion control being relative to hers. When she’s hungry, I make food, and I always serve her about 20% less than I serve myself. It is not wise to compare diets with a pregnant lady. She’s saving up for something, I’m just getting fat. I think I’m going to have to start taking some drastic measures and cut back on the butter and beer until I can tell what colour of shoes I’m wearing.