I can certainly tell that I am carrying around a lot of weight that I'm not used to. The other day Mister and I went out to a concert and we had to climb a somewhat steep flight of stairs to get up the amphitheater entrance. I was feeling the burn! And a little out of breath! But I also got a kick out of how Mister held my arm the whole way up. I mean, he often holds my hand or we walk arm in arm when we're out, but this was different. It was more of a protective, I-don't-want-my-pregnant-wife-to-fall sort of embrace. Awww.
I have also noticed some additional up-sides to the weight gain. My face is definitely a little fuller. Less of that gaunt look... and I may be crazy but I swear I look a little bit younger. My face has plumped up just enough so that those wrinkles are not as noticeable. At least to me. Maybe I'm wearing rose-colored glasses. And then there's the boobs. For the first time in my entire life I actually have cleavage. Woo hoo! Mister doesn't mind it, either.
So, anyway, I guess as long as Dr. Wunnerful is happy with my weight gain (and he is) then, bring it on! Cake anyone?