Ack. This trips me up so bad because I had to have an emergency c-section just before 38 weeks because little guys heart rate was going allll over the place. He's fine now and they never figured out what was wrong, but they think he was squishing his cord. I never really "popped" so even at the very end it wasn't very obvious that I was preggers, or people thought I was 6 months instead of 9.5. On one hand I was so defiantly proud that I stayed tiny; on the other I felt guilty as hell because maybe he didn't have enough room in there, just like the fatties say. :( And he was just under 6.5 lbs when he was born. UGH.... stupid fats messing with my head.