Not gonna lie...

...thoughts about how much extra weight I'm carrying right now are creeping up on me. I got out my tub of fat clothes (purchased when Gideon was a couple months old) and I can't quite get my fat jeans to button.

I don't mind the stretch marks so much. The ones I got with Gideon faded before Zeke came along and I'm sure these new ones will fade too. And really, I got off easy in that department considering I was carrying a 10 pound baby. It's mostly this not having a waist thing that bothers me.


But I'm trying to remember that my body has grown two beautiful, healthy boys. That and I really eat a whole lot of cake when I'm pregnant. So I can spare a little grace for that pudge at my waist and hips.

The fruit of my womb :)