So I went to my OB yesterday for the 26 week check-up and for the first time I was feeling okay (not ecstatic) and assumed I’d be back in the normal (whatever that really is) range of weight gain. HA HA HA HA HA. This time I gained NINE pounds. The doctor wondered if it could be a blood sugar problem and decided to wait until the results come back from the glucose test before she sends me to be a contestant on The Biggest Loser. I’d love nothing more than to blame it on faulty blood. But, it’s called faulty self control. So as of yesterday, I’m attempting to eat healthier. Now, once and for all, is or isn’t banana pudding considered health food? I’m going to go ahead and make the call that it is. And please, you don’t want to debate a pregnant woman on this. My doctor also asked me if I was exercising and I almost laughed – except that laughing already makes me pee a little bit. I said, “no” and she said, “not at all? Not even walking?” And I said, “no, not even walking.” She just kind of looked at me. What is there to say to that? There was a time when I would’ve lied. What happened to that girl who cared what people think?
In other news, I’ve been contacted by the local chapter of Mom of Multiples. I know this would probably be a good thing but, I’m so not a joiner. I hear words like committee and VP of Hospitality and my butt clenches up. These people have “get acquainted teas” and board meetings. I was never in a sorority nor have I ever offered to helm any neighborhood fundraisers. How can I get people to just bring me shit without having to do anything in return? Oh well, a girl can dream.