Waist Management

Today I had another appointment. Turns out, I'll be at the doctor's once every 2 weeks now (standard procedure). The part that makes me uncomfortable is, just like a professional modeling agency, the first thing they make you do each time is get on the scale.

I like getting on the scale as much as I like a blister on my inner cheek after I've accidentally bitten it again. Today's experience was no different. I'm glad I'm typing this, because I don't want the baby to hear my tirade and get a guilt complex.

I've gained over twenty pounds (no exact numbers will ever be released), and I still have another 13 weeks to go. As my Sunday school teacher used to say, "Mercy!"

I've tried to eat healthy (though I am naughty on the weekends). I eat more veggies now than I ever have, and I pretty much stick to a chicken and turkey diet. The only silver lining on this thundercloud is that most of the weight is directly on my belly. It could be worse, I suppose, and be spread all over me.

The only other factor at play here is that Tim was a ten-pound baby when he was born. My brother was also ten pounds as was his son. I was an average-sized baby, though. Perhaps all this weight gain is due to a super-sized baby on the way? That is comforting in one way (explains the weight gain), and is also very, very troubling in another. A ten-pound baby? Yikes.