They needed to be bigger anyway

When I was pregnant with Isaac, a near-constant concern of mine was that there was no way a decent-sized baby would be able to pass through my hips. For those who don't know me, my hips are extremely small and narrow. Think teenage-boy hips. My O.B. with Isaac shared my concerns, but noted that she thought Isaac would be small, like 6 or 6.5 lbs, and also suggested that, as in all other areas in life, with your hips it's what's inside that counts, as someone who appears to have narrow hips can actually have plenty of room in there to ferry a baby on through. Apparently this was me, since my 8-lb Isaac made it out into the world the old-fashioned way.

For the past month or so, my hip joints have been aching almost uncontrollably, as if they were being stretched apart on The Rack or something. On a lark, I measured them today to see if they really were getting wider. The tape doesn't lie. Six whole inches bigger my hips are than before I got pregnant with U.B. Perhaps he is going to be a big'un after all.