Let's take a little stroll down memory lane...this picture (I can't believe I'm sharing this) was taken the day before Parker was born. We literally took this picture, ate Sumo (spicy calamari in hopes of forcing P out on his own), then checked into the hospital so that I could begin the induction process. Let's be honest...I.was.huge.
Fast forward to today...I have now been told three times in the last week (after being asked how far along I was), "oh, you are quite big!" This has become my standard response, "I know; my first was over 9 pounds so I'm prepared to be huge, ha...ha...ha..."
I originally thought this time might be different. I ran until I was 36 weeks with Parker (use the picture above to help you imagine me on a treadmill with shirts that no longer cover the bump...I bet you're smiling now:). Because I had a period where I didn't think I was going to be able to run with this baby, I thought I might be smaller (my logic was the more I run, the hungrier I am, the more I eat, the bigger the baby gets). However, I have been running again for the last month and a half and my appetite seems never ending. I am a little nervous that, because it is my second, this baby could be bigger. If I was having a second c-section, I wouldn't be worried, but I am determined to try and have a VBAC so I can't lie...the thought of having a 9+ pound baby scares the heck out of me!
Oh well, here's to slowly growing my own watermelon again!