To start the appointment, I peed in a cup, something I've lost the knack of since The Boy was born. Then the Chatty Cathy nurse took my blood pressure and ordered me up on the scale. She dropped the weight at the 100 mark and started flicking the top marker.
Flick. Flick. FLICK. FLICK!
My heart stopped as the scale wavered. The marker showed I'd gained nearly 25 pounds. TWENTY-FIVE pounds. In 11 weeks.
"That canNOT be right," I said.
"That's --"
"NO! That's not right."
"Well, wait, a second. Here's the problem." Chatty Cathy moved the bottom weight just a bit to the left. "See, it was set on kilograms. Here. Is that better?"
Yes, yes it was. My heart started beating again. I actually have gained about three pounds. That is acceptable.
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4 comments:
Can you EVEN imagine gaining 25 pounds in 11 weeks? Holy snap. That would be like eating a ginormous turkey dinner every day!
My 24 week appointment is next week and I'm pretty sure I might have the same experience...minus the kilograms mistake.
Too funny! I love this blog. More so since these days are way gone for me:)
This was hilarious. I would have had a panic attack right there.
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