I popped!

Today at school my co-worker Sara told me she thought I was showing a little bit! Of course everyone  has been on bump watch for the last three years since they found out I'm expecting and I've been so anxious to "pop".  I've been slightly concerned about my weight gain because I'm only up about three pounds since I was about 6ish weeks, although looking at the pictures below, I find that hard to believe. I've been eating plenty while trying to stick to healthy stuff and also work out, etc.  My doctor isn't concerned at all but I will just be relieved when I have a big 'ol basketball hangin' off my front side.

Unfortunately, my popping may have been a false alarm. And by "may have been" I know exactly what the culprit was. Before I clue you in, please hear my excuses: I was super tired and Rob has been getting home extra late this week (here's why). Making pasta was the last thing I wanted to do at 7:30 at night which would've been about 15 min past my bedtime in December. Instead, I suggested we visit our favorite burger joint and be what we commonly refer to as "super fat fatties".

And that's exactly what we did. We chowed down on juicy, mouth-watering burgers paired with mountains of fresh-cut spuds. Delicious, easy, and a total indulgence. That's totally fine (and may I add encouraged) during pregnancy, right? I wonder what Rob's excuse is ...