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The Grinch who stole my figure

Know that scene where the Grinch's heart grows 3 times its size? That's what my belly did this month. Its obscene. My mom took one look at me and said she wasn't this big when she had my brother. Which is frightening since I'm not due until 9/9. Come to think of it, the grinch has a decidedly round belly. Wonder if that's what made his heart grow? Having to pump a shit-ton of blood to something taking over his abdomen. Oh well, at least I'm enjoying mine.

grinchs heart

Mine moves. My dad felt it today. Happy Father's Day!

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  1. I'll bet she was, she probably just doesn't remember it. I swear by the fact that everyone thinks they were fatter or skinnier at the time of their kid's birth than they were.

    I say ask for photographic proof

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  2. I was due in mid-April. In February, everyone I met assumed I was about to pop, because I carried Julia so far forward. This also caused complete strangers to repeatedly declare her to be a boy (which was dismaying, because I hadn't found out the sex and I was secretly wishing for a girl).

    I had a friend at the time who was one month farther along than I was, i.e. nearly due, and she didn't look more than 5 months.

    Moral of the story: Your Uterus May Vary ... :)

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  3. One of my good friends is 2 weeks behind me, supposedly. She doesn't look pregnant. She wants to, but she doesn't. I, in the mean time, have had all kinds of people comment about how I look done already today alone. Not to mention the "are you sure its not twins," comment. Which is annoying but does make me feel grateful because I am NOT having twins.

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  4. No,Lora. I was not large. I did as the doctors said in that era and gained little weight. As I result, I went into shock after my son was born and fainted every time I stood up for the first 24 hours. Karin looks WONDERFUL to me! HEALTHY! mom

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