It didn't have to happen, people.
Sometimes we get complacent. We get content with life and we stop questioning things. We don't stop to question why things happen, because we assume that it's the ebb and flow of life and that things balance out in the end. That sort of blind faith in the universe can only end in tears.
This post is a wake up call for us all. The following picture is not pretty. You won't see anything like it in any textbook or pregnancy manual. Y'all, please don't look at this picture if you're eating. I beg of you.
If you or anyone you know is pregnant and is less than five feet tall, please, don't let them eat endless supplies of Italian Gelato (even if it is forced upon them by well-meaning and caring Italians, like mine was). Next thing they know, they'll be 183lbs (13 stone) and their husband will take to calling them, "My little Water Buffalo".
(Sad fact: I wasn't even full term when this picture was taken. I still had almost three weeks to go. But this is what I looked like approximately four years ago. )
Let this be a lesson to us all. :)
Edited to add:
Aaron just came over to the computer and read my blog over my shoulder. I think he must have been trying to make himself sound better, but here, hilariously, were his comments.
"Hey! I never called you my little water buffalo. I just said it was like sleeping with a water buffalo".
Yes, darling, that makes it all better.
