Pop, pop, pop
This morning I had another OB appointment. You might be thinking, "Why Amy, didn't you just go to the OB? Don't women in the second trimester only go once a month?" That would be correct on both counts. But the high-risk pregnant ladies get seen more often, usually twice per month the whole way through.
The good news is that I didn't wait at all. I walked in, peed in the cup, the nurse was in and out and my doctor was in the room 30 seconds later. Solid. She didn't even want to cop a feel of my cervix because I wasn't having any alarming symptoms.
The bad news is that I gained FIVE POUNDS in the last two weeks. I almost fell off the scale when I saw that and crumpled my face into a look of extreme distaste. The nurse asked what was wrong and I asked her to flip to Volume 2 of my chart to see what I weighed at this point with my Emmie pregnancy. (As an aside, I kid you not when I say my chart is as thick as a phonebook. They need rubberbands to keep it all together. I asked the nurse if she needed a cart to get it back to the room.)
It turns out that I weighed eight pounds less at 17 weeks with Emmie. And I started a little lighter this time, so that's even more depressing. Add in that I couldn't eat anything for the first 15 weeks and this is a conundrum.
Oh, but looking back I guess I was able to eat some things. Taco Bell, pizza, Taco Bell, macaroni and cheese, Taco Bell and Taco Bell. I guess mainlining cheese might not have been the best idea when it comes to pregnancy fitness.
Although I believe the five pounds might have all gone into my boobs because we've hit the porn-star stage of this pregnancy. A few weeks ago I was lamenting that I hadn't had any change at all and then badaboom, Josh was ogling me like a teenager again.
Lucky for Josh this recent weight gain means the really fun stage of my pregnancy begins for him. This is known as the "Josh, look how huge I am" stage. He haaaates this part. Because every week I whine about how much bigger I am and how I am gaining too much weight and how I will never be the same again. And he just can't win because if he says that yes, I am huge, then I cry because he thinks I am fat. And if he says no, I look fine, then I think he's lying. Mostly he just makes a face, ignores me and then I get annoyed because he isn't paying attention to me. It's fun to be Josh when I am pregnant. Now I know why he travels.
The good news is that I didn't wait at all. I walked in, peed in the cup, the nurse was in and out and my doctor was in the room 30 seconds later. Solid. She didn't even want to cop a feel of my cervix because I wasn't having any alarming symptoms.
The bad news is that I gained FIVE POUNDS in the last two weeks. I almost fell off the scale when I saw that and crumpled my face into a look of extreme distaste. The nurse asked what was wrong and I asked her to flip to Volume 2 of my chart to see what I weighed at this point with my Emmie pregnancy. (As an aside, I kid you not when I say my chart is as thick as a phonebook. They need rubberbands to keep it all together. I asked the nurse if she needed a cart to get it back to the room.)
It turns out that I weighed eight pounds less at 17 weeks with Emmie. And I started a little lighter this time, so that's even more depressing. Add in that I couldn't eat anything for the first 15 weeks and this is a conundrum.
Oh, but looking back I guess I was able to eat some things. Taco Bell, pizza, Taco Bell, macaroni and cheese, Taco Bell and Taco Bell. I guess mainlining cheese might not have been the best idea when it comes to pregnancy fitness.
Although I believe the five pounds might have all gone into my boobs because we've hit the porn-star stage of this pregnancy. A few weeks ago I was lamenting that I hadn't had any change at all and then badaboom, Josh was ogling me like a teenager again.
Lucky for Josh this recent weight gain means the really fun stage of my pregnancy begins for him. This is known as the "Josh, look how huge I am" stage. He haaaates this part. Because every week I whine about how much bigger I am and how I am gaining too much weight and how I will never be the same again. And he just can't win because if he says that yes, I am huge, then I cry because he thinks I am fat. And if he says no, I look fine, then I think he's lying. Mostly he just makes a face, ignores me and then I get annoyed because he isn't paying attention to me. It's fun to be Josh when I am pregnant. Now I know why he travels.
Labels: Incompetent Cervix, Pregnancy
posted by Amy at
2:04 PM
3 Comments:
don't sweat it, this is the only time in your life that it's ok to gain weight. Enjoy it! I'd be willing to bet I weigh more than you and I'm not pregnant!
one of my friends has sworn off having any more kids, not because he doesn't want more kids, but because he cannot deal with a pregnant wife again.
I absolutely LOVE your blog - and SnarkyDaddy's! I love hearing both sides of the story.
I've tried leaving comments on SnarkyDaddy's blog (to be used as a motivator to continue writing; I selfishly don't want the SnarkExchange to close!) but it never allows me a spot to type in the word verification. Shows the word - but all I can do is look at it. Might just be me... but let him know that yes, someone is ready his Snark!!
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