Oooh yeah the mucus plug, I remember that broke right before I satarted labor with Cody.

LOL eh it's just Branny and Herbst most o the time, and heck they're like one of the girls by n ow hehe.

Moore, you poor poor woman. Beth was only 7lb 7 oz and cody was 6 lb 7 oz, my husband was 10 lb 12 oz and his sister was a whopper at 11 lb 14 oz.

I think i would be begging for a C-section.

OH my goodness Moore, I could just imagine how uncomfortable that would be for you. I mean wow, I don't think my torso would even be long enough for that.

Sweet, I wonder where I can get some Eggplant parmesian.

Jessica, my OB/GYN wouldn't induce labor either, unless it was medically necessary. And, believe me, with my son (and actually with that wretched little footling breech daughter), I was desperate to go into labor!

Did I mention that my son was born on Thanksgiving day? My little turkey...

And, yes -- I felt miserable with that last pregnancy. In fact, I was in bed the last two months. Not fun... Wreched child!

Anyway, not only did I have large babies, but I also carried them way out, and low. I always looked like I was ready to deliver in my fifth month! So, when I was in the last weeks of pregnancy with my son, my sister accompanied me -- drove me -- to one of my last medical appointments.

I wasn't feeling well that day from being tired all the time, and of course I looked like the side of a barn. I was also wearing the only comfortable shoes I had left: A pair of neon green running shoes. Way attractive. I also waddled!

After my appointment, my sister took me to a nice French restaurant for lunch. We were already seated when about six twenty-something women, all decked out as young professionals -- glammed up, etc. -- were seated at a large round table adjacent to ours. They were very involved in their conversations, and never so much as glanced our direction.
Finally, inevitably, I had to go to the bathroom. When I got up, and walked past the twenty-something table, all conversation came to an abrupt stop as I tiredly waddled past them in my size 200 maternity dress, and neon green running shoes. They absolutely gaped at me in total horror and disgust. It was hysterical...!!! A little sad too, since I used to be the one all glammed up, but I was too tired, and too desperate to use the bathroom to care much!

My sister had witnessed the sudden horrified hush that had descended on that table, and was equally amused. She suggested that I might consider doing a community service by walking up and down the halls of all the local high schools, while wearing a sign that said, "This too could happen to you!"

I might have done it, but finally opted to go home for a nap instead.

Moore, I can totally relate.

When I was pregnant, I got a big ol' cyst on my tailbone. I had to go to the Emergency room, get it cut out and had to wear packing in it for a few weeks.
Well, it was the type of wound that bled. Alot. And had a lot of pus. So, the bandages were HUGE.
I had these two dresses I wore when I was pregnant because they were uber comfy. With them I wore slippers. Because of my insanely swollen feet.

So, when I went anywhere for those two weeks, not only did I have this huge ass belly that stuck out very far, but I had these bandages on my rear that made me look like I was wearing a few diapers. So, I stuck out far in both directions. It was HUMILIATING.

pshaw, ladies. you know nothing of big babies.

my first born....jarrod.....was weighed in at a wopping 12lbs 13 & three quarters ozs. yes, ladies, i kid you not. i'm diabetic & that was why he was so big. they had to go to pediatrics to get medium size diapers for my bouncing baby boy. add insult to injury the put him in w/the premies for observation rofl. he was the talk of the hospital. the ultrasound folks started a pool on how big he was going to be. a lab tech came in one morning, looked at my ID, looked at me again & said, "you're HIS mother???*. i'm a mere 5'2".

from my perspective you are all a bunch of wimps rofl.

kris