Yesterday I had my 24 week appointment with our obstetrician. It's always enjoyable when the nurse leads you in the back room and has you hop on the scale so you can see how much heavier you've gotten. I think I dread this the most. Intellectually I understand that it's not like I've swallowed a baby and that the weight is needed for the health of the baby, but I still dread it.

It doesn't help when your husband is standing behind you saying the number out loud...when usually the nurse and I just silently nod to each other and it's done and over with.

To-date, I've gained 10 pounds. Which I guess is small in comparison to some expectant mothers at 24 weeks....I just hope I don't gain 20 in the last 16 weeks, which I can see happening! I think the weight hasn't been high because I was sick for so long and couldn't keep anything down....but now that I'm not barfing every day...it seems that the weight will start to pack on and I'm thinking it's going to come in large quantities.

Other than that, baby is good. Heartbeat is strong. I've had some trouble breathing lately due to my asthma and oh, I don't know, a large chest and stomach pressing against my lungs!

16 weeks to go - wow, it's gone by fast. Before we know it our son will be here in our arms and our family will grow in size and hopefully my ass will shrink!