I’m a Southern Momma transplanted in the mountains of Colorado. This place is so high there’s no oxygen to breath and it's so damn cold my titties done froze and fell off. But home is right here, where my roots are growing and so’s my family.
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So that whole theory I had about only gaining 30 pounds this pregnancy? Pshht. As if!
Going to the gym 3 times a week + eating 42 bowls of Honey Bunches of Oats + rice crispie treats (ummm, lost count) + about 7 nice long naps= 4 pounds! FOUR POUNDS!?
Seriously. The baby is about the size of a grape. It doesn’t weigh 4 pounds. But? I like eating. Isn’t it fun!?
Muffins-Muffin-mo-muffins. Banana-fanna-mo-muffins. Mee-My-I want-more-muffins. For meeeeyeeee.
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Between the placenta and the extra blood volume, you’ve got at least four pounds. Stop worrying! Gaining more is good for the baby.
Eating IS fun! I love eating. And I’m not pregnant, so…
Girl… I don’t even want to talk about the weight I’ve gained so far this pregnancy. Though, I believe I already have. But, it doesn’t mean I really WANT to talk about… but I probably should to remind myself to STOP EATING SO FREAKING MUCH!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm muffins! I want one right now.
I ate so much when I was prego because I knew I’d get fat no matter what, BUT I got gestational diabetes because of it and I was so mad.
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