I've gained 45 pounds.

I'll be 28 weeks next Friday. I've gained more weight then half the women I know do in a pregnancy and I'm not due till April 15th. It use to bother me that I'm 5 pounds from 200. I've never been so heavy and my boobs have literally never been so big. Like canon balls. But this last month I have learned to love my body. I care about gaining weight only for the fact that I don't want my daughter to be unhealthy. Right now I am the only person in this world that can hold her and make sure she's growing. I keep her safe. I feed her. I endure countless hours of back pain and ridiculous cravings. I half halted half of my normal life to make sure she has a healthy place to grow.

My fiancé still thinks I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. He still wants me just as much as he did when I was a fitness freak. He tells me every day how I'm the most important person to him and our daughter. I am blessed to have a hard working, loving, annoying, and frustrating man to fall asleep next to every night and go through this first time parents journey with. He's my best friend and a serious pain in my ass. :)

I know like many of the women on this app that you already love your baby more than life itself. They already come first. They always will. I couldn't have asked God for a better gift then my daughter. I can't wait to see her beautiful face and hold her tiny body.

We are such strong beautiful creatures. We endure pain that is suppose to kill most people and forget it 5 minutes later when we she our child. No matter how much you gain or eat or break "rules" just remember that your perfect child is solely dependant on you right now. You should be so damn proud.

Btw, I'll be working my big 200 pound butt off hard at the gym after she's born but she's extremely happy and healthy right now. She's gaining weight just like her mommy. To fast and with all the wrong foods. ;)