Just when I thought it wasn’t going to grow much more – my belly is all sorts of hanging out of the bottom of my tank top! I’m officially beyond bigger than I was with any of my other pregnancies – more weight, more size, more complaints. Or it could just be all that Thanksgiving dinner that my brother cooked and the leftovers that are tempting me every moment of the day. It’s so nice to be pregnant and eat beyond capacity and sometimes have little regard for what’s healthy and what’s not – I just eat. And grow, it seems.