Blake said today that Stacie has only gained EIGHT pounds through her pregnancy...how freakin' depressing is that??? My weight gain started the week I found out I was pregnant and I continued to eat as though there was no tomorrow for most of my first trimester. This second trimester I've tried to tone it down a bit, and being that I feel like my stomach has become smaller, the eating choke has kind of stopped. But still, I've gained at least 12 pounds already...and I know it'll be at least 15 pounds by the time we go to the next doctor's appointment. I put on a dress today, which I thought looked really nice pre-pregnancy, but now I look like a fat whale with it on. And the sad part is, it's not like those cutesy little freaks who only look pregnant when you look at them straight on...my whole back is obviously pregnant too. For those who've known me for a while, you know my obsessiveness with the whole weight thing. I've fluctuated through the years from freshman year at college ridiculousness at around 117, to depression ridiculousness at about 94. I'm most comfortable at around 103...so my current 118ish makes me a little scared, especially knowing that I still have a LONG time before baby is born, and the books keep saying expect to gain about a pound a week from now on. Granted, baby Caleb finally weighs about a pound, which is cool, but still...

Dave and I are going to take a walk now. Heehee.