You know how the story goes, after dating my now husband for four years I had put on at least 50lbs of what people call "relationship weight" which I never understood because he stayed fit per usual but I started getting chubby. He never said anything about it and I never brought it up, but it started to become noticeable after our two year wedding anniversary. My jeans didn't go up past my thighs, my shirts didn't cover my belly and everything I put on was tight. Like I said, he never brought up my weight gain. But once I had hit 200lbs I felt there was a problem. "Babe?" "Yes?" "Have you noticed...um" I started but couldn't finish. "What? Your hair?" He asked worried. "No I didn't do anything to it, I was wondering If you've noticed how much weight I've put on" "Yeah I have" he said "So you noticed I was getting fat and you didn't tell me?" Now I was getting mad. "Babe do you think maybe you're pregnant?" He asked. I didn't know what to say to him, I thought about how sick I'd felt the past few weeks and my period was very late. "I have been feeling sick" "Why don't you take a test?"
After I had found out I was pregnant my weight never bothered me. Once the sickness stopped I couldn't stop eating, it was like I was possessed. John would run out to get me whatever I wanted, I fattened up like a thanksgiving turkey. My breasts had tripled in size, my thighs were enormous and covered in cellulite. My ass stuck out so far I would knock things over, my hips became thick padded love handles. My arms were fat and jiggly, even my back began to roll from all the fat. My belly was the largest thing on me, it wasn't hard either, there was almost a layer of pure fat protecting my baby. My belly was nice and round until the bottom part that held most of my fatness, I felt it jiggle with every move I made and it got larger as the months went on. As my baby grew so did I. John's mother always had a comment when she saw me, "Oh look how big you've gotten" or "are you eating for two or three?" My least favorite was "you better hope all that weight comes off when the baby comes" I dreaded seeing her. I knew how big I was and I didn't need her to remind me, I was reminded every time I took a step as I waddled around everywhere. All of the fat on my body would move at my slightest movement. At this point I had to have been 200lbs or more, John never made a comment about what a porker I was. He would rub my fat feet and talk to our baby. He knew he did this to me, the last two months of my pregnancy he went all out. I barely moved, he would feed me multiple meals a day and take care of every little thing. Once I knew the baby was coming within a week, I was relieved.
My baby just turned six months this past week, I'm still very heavy. I can't work out because the baby always needs me to be around, I try to eat healthier but it doesn't seem to change anything. I don't hate my body, I love it and that is what scares me. I think I've gotten fatter since the baby was born. My belly isn't round anymore, now it's cut through the middle with a big fat roll. The lower part of my belly is giant and heavy, it hangs over my pants and sways as if it belongs there. I truly love the feeling, I don't know what took me so long to gain this weight. My once fit body is now covered in rolls of fat and cellulite. I almost wish I could get pregnant again to have an excuse to be a big fat cow.
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