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14 weeks: Hello Bump




I totally should have taken these pictures after I ate a TON of Mexican food last night, but I wisely did it beforehand.  My darling Baby Deuce has helped me gain 4 pounds so far.  Well, the baby may not have as much to do with it as the fact that I'm requiring about 4000 calories a day to survive right now.  Seriously.  I L-O-V-E the whole "you only need 300 extra calories a day" during pregnancy bologna.  Yea right.  I'm eating 3 large meals a day, plus 2 snacks.  Because I'm starving.  And considering I've only put on 4 pounds at 14 weeks, I think I must really need it.  Right?!?   I swear I wasn't like this the 1st time, but maybe I just don't remember!  :)

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  1. FaithFebruary 9, 2012 at 9:40 PM

    I love this!!! You look great! And I STILL eat all day long because I'm starving all the time - most likely because I'm nursing. I ate constantly when I was pregnant, just enjoy it:).

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  2. Demetrius' mommy.February 9, 2012 at 9:53 PM

    You look great!
    So exicted for you :)

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  3. kkasunFebruary 10, 2012 at 1:05 PM

    You are totally having a boy!!! I have read things that say when you are having a boy you actually require an additional 300 calories!

    You look great!

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  4. SarahFebruary 10, 2012 at 4:03 PM

    Love the cute bump! :) Eat away girl. I eat like the president put out an emergency alert that all food production and distribution will be ending soon :)

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  5. Mrs. D'AmicoFebruary 10, 2012 at 9:56 PM

    you make pregnancy look so stinkin' cute! You're the perfect pregnant person, I swear!

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