"Mooooooooo"

Well, "it" finally happened. "It" is the day I knew was coming, but only half-believed...

It's week 20, I'm halfway there, AND I'm officially wearing maternity pants. Dun dun daaaaaaaa.... I have several pants from friends that lent me clothes, and my mom bought me some from JCPenney, so I have plenty to wear, but I had a hard time giving up my beloved regular jeans that fit so comfortable and look decent on me. The first week I felt like MCHammer wearing the pants that give you plenty of room for your hips to grow, and then it started to wear on my self-esteem. I had to do some research. After some emailing and google searching I was able to find a couple different brands that look good and are pretty decent in price, so I bought 3 pairs and I'm feeling slightly normal again.

I read online that at week 20 you're supposed to have gained around 10 pounds. So, Ben decided to "guess" my weight and then make me get on a scale at home to see if I've really gained that much. I dreaded looking down at the scale because I feared it was worse than 10lbs, but it showed that I've gained nine pounds so I'm feeling much better now having realized I'm right in line where I'm supposed to be. The online baby website also said I'm supposed to gain a pound a week from here on out, and as hungry as I've been lately I don't doubt that one bit!

During my last doctor's appointment I was standing on the scale and after the nurse read my digits I heard a very-recognizable sound coming from behind me, "Moooooooooooooooo". I turned around slowly only to see my gorgeous husband (who now looked like the devil in my eyes) beaming at me and laughing at my weight gain. I slapped him, the nurse gave him a dirty look, and then we went on to the appointment. Despite his animal sounds, I'm grateful to have Ben at every appointment supporting me. He's an awesome husband.