So on Wednesday morning, I weighed myself and thought, "yeah, I haven't gained much at all this week. Whoopee!". I always get worried before an appointment...
Much to my chagrin, however, the nurse and the scale at the doctor's office obviously had something against me that day because the conspired to make it appear that I had not only gained the "normal and expected" 1 pound per week, but I had managed to multiply that number by 4 and 1/2! WHAT? Immediate tears started streaming down my puffy face with this news...Then the nurse tries to comfort me by saying, "well, your blood pressure is good and it'll be okay." I then thought to myself, "yeah, you're obviously not wanting to get back into a bikini anytime soon!". Ugh.
To add insult to injury, the doctor comes in to do a lovely internal exam. Before she starts, she sees the tears on my face and asks me what's wrong. I told her I was upset with my number and she said not to worry. She then checked me and I just knew she was going to say something like, "good job, you're progressing nicely!". But no...she says, "not much change". So I ask her, "do you think I might go before my due date?" She says, "well, I'd say you're about average or a little behind average as far as progress goes." Again, WHAT? I'm not good at being BEHIND in anything...that's not supposed to happen to me. I've always acceled in things-I've never gotten a "behind" comment! Ugh!
So basically...I'm a "D" when it comes to progressing. Sigh.
*Oh, and my ankles and feet have started swelling. GREAT
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- emily anne
- We're the Jones family...est. 2005, Wilmington, NC...now living in St. Petersburg, FL. We just welcomed our first son, Landon into the family. Big brother Grant is very excited for the new "playmate".
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