Friday, May 27, 2011

How I know that I am getting old...

You know how I know I am getting old?  Because my husband's Friday night store run was for antacid, not pizza and beer.  And then I ate a grilled cheese, sent him to the bar, and I am going to crawl into bed and watch So You Think You Can Dance.

And....by the way....I could totally dance like them if I wanted to.   I could!

Monday, May 23, 2011

You know WHAT?!?!?!?!

It's this S#!T that makes me angry.  It's what keeps me from going to the doctor when I know I should.  It's what made me almost starve myself during my pregnancy with Abigail for fear of even gaining one pound.  My doctor at that time told me that I shouldn't gain a pound.  Not a single pound.  Which, essentially, means that you should loose weight because you are gaining the water, placenta, and, oh, right, a BABY!  I gained 8 pounds during that pregnancy, and I used to fast for almost 48 hours prior to each appointment because I was so worried about it.  THAT was unhealthy.  THAT was unsafe for my baby.  And it makes me ANGRY.

Obese fetus?

Yes, being obese is hard on your health, and it probably is hard on the health of a fetus.  Don't you think that we already know that?  It's like when a doctor says, "Hey, your BMI is 2384032 and you are obese."  One time, just one time, I want to look at them, drop my jaw, and say, "Really?  I had no idea!  When did that happen?"


Whatever.....