Could Amber Be Right?

Those of you that know me well, know that I like to eat. My grandfather used to always say that I was an expensive date to the fair because I would want to hit up all the stands for the various food items.

I wrote in a much earlier post about about getting a 12 pack nuggets and a side of chicken strips at Chickfila -- this is neither due to pregnancy nor is it rare. In fact, I typically enjoy a combo meal somewhere with an extra sandwich. That's just how I roll.

I hate going to weddings because I am fearful I won't get enough to eat so I typically stop at Bojangles for a supremes combo before I hit the ceremony. That way, I am sure to be a happy camper at the reception. (Note - I feel the same way about eating at friend's houses so I usually offer to bring an appetizer.)

Those diets that recommend 5 meals a day never worked for me because a meal for me could never be small.

Recently, friends were amazed that I could put away an entire plate of Yamato's food. I don't believe in doggie bags.

I once got in a fight with my best friend Lauren because she thought I was indulging myself too much by having two granola bars just before bed (we were on a cross country road trip) - so I snuck the extra granola bar into my bed and ate it very quietly after she fell asleep. (This instance is rare as I typically show no shame in the amount that I eat.)

My boss went to Europe for three weeks and brought me back napkins with the Oliver lyrics to Food Glorious Food on them.

I give directions to people based on restaurants. I go to cities based on restaurants.

Where am I going with this? I absolutely don't understand the weight gain I am experiencing with this pregnancy!

There is no way I could possibly eat more pregnant than when I was not pregnant. Let's also not forget that I was pretty sick for the first 2-3 months losing most of what I ate to the porcelain god in any bathroom that was nearby. It took me a while to even have an appetite. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever love again the way that I loved food.

So I finally got my appetite back and was able to eat again, but not nearly as much as before. My tiniest of friends, Jessica, even surpassed my ability at a lunch date at Miyo's.

So how have I put on almost twenty pounds?! I have had several people pose different theories. One woman, a local OB nurse, explained that my due date is probably wrong since I am so big. A work associate explained aloud, at a meeting, that I could be having twins. While these layman could be right about my pregnancy, my doctor assures me my due date is November 22 and I am only having one! I am convinced that my friend, Amber, is right and I will have a 15 pound baby. (see her vote on the baby poll) That is the only sensible explanation to the massive weight gain.

I know every pregnancy is unique and that Britney Spears gained 60 pounds and that some of this is water weight and that some people gain more weight early on. I have heard it all! But folks, I am large!

I am already uncomfortable and am not even halfway there! Doug and I are sure to make many trips to the counseling tent as a result of me snipping at him because he did this to me!

It's going to be a long summer.