It's official...I'm a cow. I went to the doctor last week, got on the scale and was mortified! I have gained 22 pounds, 22 pounds! Who does that? I don't even eat that much. The doctor said it isn't how much I eat, but the things that I've been eating. He asked me to cut down on all the things I love: grits, bread, potatoes... I just hope that I don't continue gaining a pound a week, because at the end of 40 weeks I'll be humongous.
On Sunday, I assisted in throwing a shower for my friend, Baby's Family, and her little one. I had a great time seeing everyone again, and even comparing baby bumps.
Seeing how nicely her shower turned out, makes me that much more excited for my own.
As the weeks speed by I am becoming more and more excited to have a baby in the house again. Damon was going through his computer the other day and came across these pictures. Aren't they cute?
I'm thinking of doing the braids again for delivery. They looked really nice in pictures and were easy to maintain during that busy time.