I haven’t seen that many larger women on the site, so I wanted to talk about my experiences. I was 255 lbs. before a got pregnant, and I am 5’4″. I’ve always been heavy, just like everyone in my family. Throughout my teenage years I had been about 170 lbs., and I was pretty fit for all that (my husband and I decided to get married while on a 50+ mile bicycle trip). After we married, though, I got a desk job and gained a lot of weight. When I hit 215 lbs. I decided I’d had enough and tried very hard to lose weight. I got back down to 200 lbs. briefly, but hit a plateau, became discouraged, and then went back up again. Every time I tried to diet, I would end up at least 10 lbs. heavier than I had started out. At least 40 of the pounds I carry are “failed diet pounds”. Several months before my pregnancy, I had finally gotten my weight stabilized, and was feeling like the healthier eating habits and increased exercise I was trying to slowly and carefully implement were starting to take hold. I wasn’t quickly dropping weight – but I also wasn’t gaining any. Every day felt like a victory because I felt in control for once. Though I knew it would take years and years, I was beginning to hope that I could once again have a 1 in front of my weight instead of a 2. My husband and I had been talking about getting pregnant for years, and despite being large I was in very good health. So, we took the leap and started trying. The first month we tried, I became pregnant! I was overjoyed, and I knew that I could grow a healthy baby. I didn’t know how complicated pregnancy would be (emotionally, not medically) for someone of my size. As soon as I became pregnant, I began eating better than I could ever have imagined I would. It was all raw vegetables, lean meats, low-fat dairy, fruits, and whole grains. It was much easier to eat well knowing that my baby was eating everything I was. My body responded to all this healthy eating, and by the time I reached the second trimester I had lost 15 lbs. As the pregnancy went further along, I began to feel upset at how un-pregnant I looked. I was still wearing my pre-pregnancy jeans at 5 1/2 months. I had no roundness to the belly, just jiggly fat. I was so proud of my body and what it was doing, but no one could tell I was pregnant and it irked me. I was getting pretty insecure about it, and it was a relief when I went in for my ultrasound and they told me the baby was growing just fine. I could rest a little easier knowing that she was getting bigger even if I wasn’t. Finally, I started to show a bit in my sixth month. I am now seven months along, and still no one thinks I’m pregnant unless I tell them, but at least now they can believe me once I do. I have accepted the fact that I’ll never have the “perfect” round belly that makes pregnant women look so beautiful, but it can be hard seeing other pregnant women because they look so lovely, while I just look fat. Here are some pictures of my belly at 28 weeks. I have some stretch marks, but they don’t bother me at all. In fact, I kind of like them. My body is marked by my baby, and I think it’ll be nice to still have her touch on my body after the pregnancy is over. Of course, I’ve had stretch marks on my belly, hips, thighs, and breasts since I went through puberty and filled out very quickly. I guess having a decade or so to get used to having them makes it easier to deal with getting new ones. Overall, I am happy that this is a healthy, completely normal pregnancy. I try to remember how lucky I am that my baby is growing healthy and strong inside me. This is such a special time, and I’m trying my best to relax and enjoy it.