I’m so excited that Thanksgiving is this week. Mainly because I LOVE all of the food. We usually make it to both of our parents’ houses for Thanksgiving and oh, how we do eat and eat and eat. Speaking of eating, it makes me want to take a stroll down memory lane.
Memory Lane starts here: Last Thanksgiving I was quite large and in charge and mainly answered to the name “Big Girl”. I was about 37 weeks pregnant and still growing. My beloved mother got this wild and crazy idea and decided we should go to Myrtle Beach for Thanksgiving. There is ONLY one, and ONLY one reason why I will go to Myrtle Beach: All you can eat calabash! So of course, I went along for the food. Oh yeah, and you can throw in family time as well.
It all started that fateful Wednesday night when we ate at an all-you-can-eat calabash seafood restaurant. I ate until Evan couldn’t eat anymore. (I pretty much blamed everything on Evan while pregnant. ie. weight gain, gas, hormones.) So that was the FIRST buffet.
The SECOND buffet was the next day, Thanksgiving. It was an absolute delicious, all-you-can-eat Thanksgiving dinner at our hotel. Again, I ate until Evan was satisfied.
Well, I didn’t think too much about all the food I ate, until I had my doctor’s appointment the following Tuesday. (I was going every week at this point in my pregnancy). I always told my doctor that I thought his scale was off. I kept seeing numbers that I never knew existed before. Well, that darn scale said I gained 6 pounds that week. What the heck? How is that even possible? I wondered. Again, just blame it on Big Evan. My poor doctor was speechless. By this time he already threw the towel in about my weight gain.
Oh what sweet memories. Ok, Memory Lane is over now. Thank you for coming along.
Fast forward to present day. My goal this Thanksgiving is not to gain 6 pounds, nor any pounds for that matter. Oh heck, who am I kidding?
This photo was taken by my older brother, Jamesyboy, on the Thanksgiving trip to Myrtle Beach. He basically took random pictures of me and decided to blackmail me by posting them on a very popular social network. Thank you again, my loving brother.
Here I am in all my glory with my belly hanging over. As evident from the picture, hardly any of my maternity shirts covered my belly at this stage. Those poor jeans were stretched to the max! I was such a hot mess. I will now apologize if you had to be seen with me in public.