Oh, and hell no! I know how much I weigh, but I don't want DH knowing that! He's allowed to know I'm overweight (he's not stupid), but the details are mine. Same goes his way (not that he's big or anything), I don't know how much he weighs and I accept that. Oh I hope you get some joy at the hospital. At the very least, you are growing a wonderful, happy, healthy human who has a lovely Mum who is full of love and joy for the baby. You, your DH and your DD are going to welcome Cookie to the family and say "go stick your head up a dead bear's bum" (that one's courtesy of my Dad who had a strange turn of phrase...) to whomever tries to rain on your parade!