I am 8 months pregnant with my second baby. I have gotten a lot bigger with this pregnancy. Tonight I was trying to get an outfit together for work tomorrow and I haven’t bought any fall maternity clothes yet because it literally went from the 80’s and 90’s to the 60’s in a literal matter of 24 hours. I was trying to pull on some maternity jeans I had from when I was pregnant with my first and they didn’t fit. So needless to say I’m beyond frustrated right now because I feel like a cow. My husband tells me “if you don’t like being fat then don’t be fat.” I literally burst into tears. I feel so horrible and ugly now. Then he said that instead of buying a dress this weekend I should have bought jeans. The dress I bought this weekend is for my grandfathers funeral on Friday. I never want to eat again. The craziest part about all of this is the fact that when we first met I had an eating disorder. I’m 5’9 and only weighed 110 pounds and that’s because my parents were starting to catch on and would make sure I was eating. Now I’m still 5’9 and at 8 months pregnant I’m 190 pounds. I hate myself again and I can’t believe my husband said this to me.