Fatzilla in Prenatal Class As I mentioned previously, there's 2 obeasts and a bunch of small fats in my prenatal class. Each week the instructor has us go around the room and share any news about our pregnancies. On the whole, it's pretty boring and uneventful. This week, Fatzilla was the last to share. Just to give you an idea, she's got to be at least 34 or 35 weeks along and is so obese that if she wasn't sitting in a prenatal class claiming to be pregnant, I would have no idea just from looking at her. She must be close to 300 lbs now, and is so huge that she has innies for elbows. I'm pretty sure her arms are bigger than my thighs. Her FUPA hangs down to her mid-thighs. She is truly a disgusting specimen, but interestingly enough, isn't the biggest in the class. Anyways, everyone else has shared their news, and now it's Fatzilla's turn. She proclaims, almost proudly, "I've just been so hungry this whole week! I can't help myself! I've been eating everything in sight!" The whole room is silent for a moment, and then the (thin) co-ordinator chimes in, "yes, well, you can't allow yourself to give in to all your cravings. Sometimes you have to resist them, junk food isn't good for the baby." I'm starting to think the co-ordinator is a secret shitlady.