|This was probably at 40lbs|
It all started with the excitement of the positive test back in May of 2006. Our hearts raced with excitement and anticipation at the news that we would become parents. We had choose to wait for 3 years after we were married to work the kinks out...do those kinks every really get worked out?!? But needless to say we were ready and excited for this baby. As the first few months past and my belly began to grow so did our excitement. We found out at the ultra sound that we would be having a boy! I was so exited and baby quickly turned to Junior. The process of getting the nursery ready and picking names, registry for all the baby accessories quickly consumed my time. My bond with "Junior quickly formed with every kick, turn, hiccup, and trip to the bathroom.
I will be the first to admit that I became huge. I always anticipated being this cute pregger momma, but as the months past the scale numbers continued to increase the average 30-40 lbs went right out the window. We were knocking on the door of 50 and my chins had doubled and my thighs and arms quickly gave notice to the weight gain. With every doctor visit that I didn't hear the words "significant weight gain" I quickly rain across the street to get a double cheese burger. I got many comment's to the effect of I was either going to have twins or a 10 lb baby...don't you just love those. Everyone was always telling me how beautiful I was...which is really just code for how huge I had gotten. But I knew the belly was there for a reason and began to embrace the weight and indulged in many things I wouldn't have normally had (welcome back into my life mayo)! I mean at this point what is an extra 5lbs. I remember the first time I couldn't get past my husband in the bathroom because of my belly or the time I hit one of my students in the head with my belly as I turned around. It was a whole new world to me.
|hog-tator was Jud's nickname.|
This is only the beginning of the journey. Of course the easy part was over and now the hard part began. We were responsible for teaching and training him. For loving him and equipping him with all the skill he would need to live in this sometimes nasty world. But for those first few months all we could do was ooh and awe over him.
|First family picture.|
And so the journey begins.