Notice: I must warn you that the photo included with this post is intended for mature audiences. The feet shown are my actual feet and are indicative of a 50+ lb weight gain during my pregnancy. The story of these big feet is true and thankfully all involved are still living to tell the tale today.
I was looking through some old photos the other day and stumbled upon a file folder named “Pregnancy”. Since they were shown in date/time order, I could see the progression of my pregnancy unfold right before my eyes. Kind of like those little drawings you do at the bottom of a flip book to make the stick man dance and jump, I could see my body morphing into what would become the mother of a 10lb 2oz baby boy. Granted, the saggy abs that I have today are evidence that something major had happened in my past but I forget what my body had really gone through in those ten months of pregnancy (please correct people who say it’s only nine…forty weeks = 10 months!) Continue reading