Huge

One year ago today was my due date. I was living on the edge of my seat, with every practice contraction an omen of what was to come. I was anxious and excited, and had no idea what was going to happen.

The day came and went. I was sad... and fat. Here's proof:

I went to work that day and everyone said, "You shouldn't be here." or "What are you doing here?" or "You don't even look like you've dropped."

All things a 9+ month pregnant woman wants to hear. 

It all worked out in the end I suppose.