The scale at the OB's office and I have a love hate relationship.
I loved it when I had only gained a few lbs my first 20 weeks, I hated it today when I gained a lot more than I expected to over the last 4 1/2 weeks.
My doc assured me everything still looks fine and I'm still under the norm weight gain, but seeing the number go up that much almost gave me a heart attack.
It's back to fruit-juice sweetened wheat muffins and homemade crasin breakfast bars for me. I won't be gaining that much weight again!
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I'm super excited to get Davin's crib set in the mail tomorrow. I can't wait to start setting it up and decorating.
Yeah...I'm finally shifting into, "No you're not a parasite anymore and yes I love you" mode. It's kind of impossible when you complain about getting booted in the bladder half the time- but the other half you're concerned when you're NOT getting kicked.
What a strange relationship we form with our children before they're even here.
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I'm really proud of you. For everything.
My dad still asks me, "So, is he still a parasite?" "Yeah, but he's a cute one so it's okay."
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