Size Doesn't Matter

When I first found out I was pregnant my muscles remembered exactly what to do to carry a child. I starting showing earlier, which I hear is common. At first, I looked to be a lot more pregnant then I was, in my eyes at least. Of course the rude comments from people didn't help either. I remember thinking, my God, what am I going to look like when I am 7 or 8 months.

Well here I am, 7 months. Yeah, I'm big, but I'm also over worrying about how large I look. I see pregnant people now and they are due way sooner than me and I am way bigger. So what. I really mean that. JoJo was over 8 pounds, who knows how big Derek will be, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that I am healthy and so is he.

When I was picking JoJo up from The Kid Zone at The Atlantic Club today, a mom stopped me and told me how great I look. She asked when I was due, if I knew what I was having, etc. She was so sweet. I thanked her for her lovely compliment. She praised me again for how I was carrying my baby and she said "look at you, you're here." She said she has seen me at the gym lately and she is quite impressed. It was just nice to hear that from a total stranger. I told her she made my day!