so yesterday i had a doctor's appointment. it was my 4-month appointment. no big deal, right?
that is until i walk in the office and 30 seconds later i'm standing on a scale facing the reality that unless i eat salads for the next 4 1/2 months, i don't think my goal of gaining only 20-25 pounds is going to happen.
i hate scales. hate. hate. hate.
did i mention i hate scales?
in my defense, i did have to switch from morning appointments to afternoon appointments, but still...come on!
i almost cried when i saw the scale.
i asked the nurse, "how could this be? i'm still wearing my REGULAR jeans! i don't feel like i've gained 7 (yes i said 7) pounds in one month!"
that brings my total to 10. 10! that means, i've gained half the weight i wanted to and i'm only halfway. logically, you think that would be right. not to this pregnant woman.
i know there will be bigger numbers put up than 7 in the next few months!
why can't i be one of those women who gain like 15 pounds or less their entire pregnancy?? (like two of my friends i know. you know who you are!)