Giant

Yesterday afternoon I had my first appointment with my actual doctor (as opposed to the midwife I have been seeing at the same office....I like them both for the record). She's concerned about my weight gain. Which only bothers me because A) I feel huge and have been trying to make better food choices generally B) Every time I've asked the midwife if I should be concerned about my weight she says she would be concerned except for the fact that I swell so much and C) when I noted that my weight gain has been pretty similar to my sister of the same body type with her 3 children and they were all normal weight babies, she said "well that is not typical". I wasn't trying to fight her on it, because trust me, I would rather gain less weight. It's just, your worried about my weight gain NOW? When I have 3 appointments left before my due date. And I've been asking about it this entire time. And this is when the baby is supposed to grow the most. Guess I will diet for the next month? So she's having a nutritionist call me. I'm sure I can learn something?

The thing is, I've been trying really hard not to get down about my weight gain. So it kind of got to me. And I'm hormonal. Never mind that my blood pressure and everything else is normal. In fact, I get applauded on my blood pressure and heart rate every visit. And my glucose test was in the normal range, slightly high normal though. And there isn't a history of diabetes in my family, gestational or otherwise. Ah well.

Mostly, I just get emotional about it. So we went home, and I cried just a little, felt fat and like a failure of a pregnant person and laid on the bed not wanting to do anything for a few minutes. And then Joel reminded me that I am beautiful and I decided to get up, put on my Peacock shirt, embrace my size with picture, and go to a family barbecue to see the in laws that are here visiting this weekend.

A barbecue where I probably ate a little more than I should. But my carbs were limited to potatoes, er potato salad, since I can't eat normal bread. Where niece Jenna was a crack up. And Uncle Lee read us excerpts from Twilight. Complete with Edwards sleeveless open white flowing shirt exposing his god-like abs. I've decided that Twilight is best read out loud. By an uncle that happens to be your Stake President at church.

AND THEN some of us went to watch Uncle Stuart's band, the Fossil Fools, play at Mississippi Pizza.

He's the base player in the back. Attorney by day, Rockstar by night. They're pretty good.

And then even though it was way past my present bedtime at that point I didn't complain one bit when we stopped past 11pm at the Koi Korean Taco cart. So Mama Mellor and Kris could taste of it's splendor.

And went to bed exhausted and full.

Wonder why I'm gaining weight.