I've reached numbers on the scale that I never thought I would see.
I've learned that it is possible for maternity clothes to not fit.
I've given my husband the lecture on thinking before speaking.
I'm wishing that I hadn't picked up Lawson's little tape measurer and wrapped it around my belly... just for fun.
I really could have gone without knowing that I am exactly 4 feet around.
I feel good... just big.
I don't remember rolling over being so difficult.
I don't remember having this much trouble sleeping until later on.
I don't remember being this uncomfortable.
And I still have 12 weeks left.