chapter 16

Jean-luc waits on me hand and foot when I come home from the office now. I've had a few hard months with my pregnancy. I had nausea anytime my stomach was empty. I did ok if I was eating pretty much all day. Of course, I was gaining weight but Jean-luc and I had agreed that we would eat healthier after the baby came and live it up while I was pregnant.

Today was my 4 month check up. My steady gain had continued. The scale said 189 pounds and the doctor gave me a lecture. She said I was gaining too fast and overweight moms have trouble losing weight after delivery. I said I would try to be better next month. I got home just in time for the huge Italian dinner fest that my husband had made for us. I was starving. Since I had not purchased any maternity clothes, I usually took my work clothes off as soon as I got in the door. I was showing already at 16 weeks so I needed to buy some clothes soon.

I was definitely showing now and it was time to tell my boss. She was very happy for me and told me to let her know if I needed a break from anything as the pregnancy progressed. I thanked her and told her my plan was a 12 week maternity leave but I could work from home toward the end of that if needed. She said that sounded great. That afternoon I had to roll my skirt down below my belly. It was so tight I felt like it was cutting off my circulation. I decided to shop for clothes that weekend.

Today is my 20 week checkup and ultrasound. We were so excited that we couldn't help stuffing ourselves and making love last night. I knew I would be extra heavy today. I dressed in a stretchy blue dress that showed off my cleavage and my baby bump. I probably needed to get bigger bras again soon. As I was looking at my overflowing bra, Jean-luc came up behind me and gave my breasts a gentle squeeze. He asked me to weigh him since I was going to get weighed today. My husband had officially gone over 500 pounds. He was 516 to be exact. He looked so hot now and was properly fat. He had a nice third chin now and he was fat all over. We even had to get his rings sized up again. He was irresistible.

The doctor's appointment went well except for another lecture. Thanks to last night's bedroom stuffing, I had appeared to have gained 9 pounds this month. I could not believe I weighed 198 pounds. I thought I looked adorable, not fat. We headed to the ultrasound room and Jean-luc was getting tired from all of the standing and walking. I hoped he could stand through the ultrasound. I think the technician sensed that he couldn't stand there long. She got to the good part, the gender of the baby, quickly. We were having a little boy. Jean-luv kissed me. He was so excited. After the ultrasound, Jean-luc needed a rest before we walked to the train. We sat in the waiting room and he was holding my round belly. We were really going to have a baby and I was going to be well over 200 pounds when I delivered.

Today is my maternity photo shoot. My friends had pitched in and bought me a package from a local photographer. I am officially 4 weeks away from my due date. I've really grown in the past three months. My baby belly is huge and sticks straight out in front of me. My breasts now fill a D cup and in the last month, my hips have widened. I weighed in at 220 pounds this week at my 8 month check up. My feet have been swelling a little but otherwise no medical complaints. Jean-luc is staying home today. His recent gain has made it really hard for him to walk very far. In fact he wasn't even going to the cafe every day now.

I picked out two dresses which were both form fitting and low cut. I waited my whole life for some curves and I am going to show them off. I started in the red dress. I could see my belly button which had just popped this week. I looked like I could go into labor any minute, I was so huge. I wore flat shoes since I couldn't balance in high heels any more. The photo shoot went well, according to the photographer. She said I was glowing.

I just finished my last day at work. It was very hard on me to come into the office now. I still had two weeks until my due date but my boss had agreed to let me work from home. I'm happy to have these few weeks at home with Jean-luc. I've been worried about him since he's been so limited lately. He somehow always has time to have sex when I want to but his weight has really made things hard for him lately. We were both going to eat healthy very soon. We would soon have our son to take care of and he needed us to be healthy.

My 39 week check up went well. I was surprised to see the scale read 228. Everything looked good. No signs of a baby coming soon or any health issues. My belly was so huge, it was covered by thick reddish-purple stretch marks. On the way home, I stopped to pick up the maternity photos. They were amazing. I did look like I was glowing and I also looked like someone who had always been chubby before being pregnant. I couldn't wait to get home and show Jean-luc.

When I got home, I was surprised to find that my sweet husband had finished assembling the cradle. We had decided to use a cradle until the baby was too big for it. Out condo was tiny and we could put the cradle next to the bed. Jean-luc had also started to put together the dresser/changing table that we got as a present. For now, this was all the baby gear we had, aside from clothes and diapers. I looked at him sitting down and working on the project. He had gone up again in pants size and he always wore his suspenders now. I think his breasts were still bigger than mine! He was so handsome at this size. I hoped he wouldn't lose too much weight.
I asked him if he wanted a break to see the photos. He actually started to cry when he saw them. He said he'd never seen something so beautiful. He struggled for a minute and then got up to hug me. He rubbed my belly and kissed it. I did the same to him and he laughed. He put one of the photos in a frame he had set aside. He put it on the mantle next to our wedding photo and one from the cruise. I laughed and said it was like my weight gain timeline. From my small A cups and 115 pound wedding day to my 200+ D cup pregnancy. That turned both of us on so we headed to the bedroom with two gallons of ice cream, caramel sauce and whipped cream.

Today was my 42 week check up. I had shown no signs of labor and now I'm two weeks past my due date. They want me to come in for one more check up and they will schedule my induction for tomorrow if everything checks out. My weight was 237 pounds at check in . I had moved into some DD nursing bras. Of course my belly is huge now but what is amazing is how wide my hips are now. It still amazes me. My blood pressure was a little high and my feet were really swollen. They said I was ok to go home and rest.

We spent the evening quietly cuddling on the couch after dinner. I was hot so I sat there in my bra and panties with my legs propped up on Jean-luc. He didn't really have a lap so they were propped up on his belly. Jean-luc rubbed my swollen feet and he promised that he was going to be a good father. I knew that he would and I thanked him for being such a wonderful husband. We made slow sweet love one last time as a childless couple. The next morning, Jean-luc was having issues finding clothes to fit him. I wondered just how much weight he had gained while eating his way through my pregnancy. I asked him if he would do a pre baby weigh in for me. No wonder most of his clothes were tight again. He weighed 552 pound now. We found some of his biggest black pants and a shirt that went over his belly. I wore maternity yoga pants and a pink maternity shirt. My belly looked so big, it was bigger than a watermelon. Jean-luv snapped a photo of me standing sideways, showing off my belly.

When we arrived at the hospital, I had to put on a hospital gown and meanwhile they found a reinforced seat for Jean-luc to sit down on. Things didn't move quickly with the induction. I hadn't had a single contraction yet and the medicine had been dripping for 10 hours now. The doctor came in and checked me again. She said it was probably time to consider a C-section. She said they had to do it after 12 hours but she didn't see any sign of things changing in the next two hours.

Jean- luc walked alongside me as they wheeled me to surgery. I was scared. I had never had any type of procedure or surgery before. Jean-luc was dressed in some operating room gear and stood next to me in the room. A few minutes later, our son was born. He had a full head of hair and was a big boy. He weighed 9 pounds 14 ounces. Jean-luc and I were so happy, we were both crying. We had a perfect family now.