but this morning I let Sam take his body tape measure he has for the Army fitness stuff…
and measure me.
All the way around.
But the funny part is?
I don’t even care. I don’t. Right now, it is kinda funny. Like, “How big will Diana get because she has two?” Remind me of this laughter after they are born. K?
And knowing that I’m gaining enough weight to get big fast and make those babies big fast in case they come early – that’s enough for me. It’s a goal. Eat, eat, eat. (Thanks Twins, Triplets, and Quads <–not a paid link)
And I do. I really do.
Oh, you were wondering what I measured?
That’s awfully nosy.
Well, here it is. At 12 weeks, 4 days, when so many women I know are just starting to show and say, “Oh my goodness, my pants just barely fit anymore!”, I can no longer wear pants that don’t have elastic and I measure in at…
40 inches around.
Which on my frame – is a lot.
BOOM. Keepin’ it big over here. Also – my uterus is nearly halfway to my belly button. Maybe more. Crazy.
I’ll be adding this to my weekly check ins so we can all keep up. Can you IMAGINE by the end of this what I will measure?
Remember, if you can’t say something nice to the
hormonal pregnant lady… 😉