I'm Having a Monster

Today was my 31 week, 1 day doctors appointment. I have 9 weeks to go. I like my doctor; he's a big, chubby, old guy. I have a soft spot in my heart for old men. He's not grandpa-old, but I still like him. He said the boy is two centimeters larger than average. I asked him if that meant I was gaining too much weight or if he was a big baby; he said he's probably just a big baby. Unfortunately that doesn't mean he's coming early or even on-time. He said not to be surprised if I have an eight or nine pound baby and that I was tall enough to handle it. He said I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a 7 or a 9 pound baby. I'm pretty sure 2 pounds makes a BIG difference! I knew he was getting big. He kicks and pushes and rolls around like a monster.
I'm really taking it easy with this pregnancy. I hoped I would exercise more and eat less but that's not the case. I eat more, exercise less and I'm very much in love with my comfy pants.