I'm Mad! Yes, that is right, and legitimatley so I might add. So at the beginning of my pregnancy during my first Dr.'s appointment, I let it be known (very loudly and clearly) that I did not want to know my weight. That I would take part in their little weigh-in humiliation sessions at each visit, but that I in NOOOO WAY wanted to know the results! So each appointment, I step on the dreaded scale (you know the noisy Dr.s office kind--hate em) backwards and listen as the nurse clunks the scales around. WELL, today I officially reached my ninth month of pregnancy and went to my appointment. Like a dutiful patient I walked backwards to the scale, stepped on the scale backwards, and waited silently for her to finish the torture...As I stepped off...I hear the NUMBER roll off her lips..."NOOOOOOOOOO" I screamed in slow motion movie type fashion...............
but it was too late...
the worst part---Jeff brought me a chocolate cream pie home yesterday and I was planning on eating it for lunch. I stepped on BACKWARDS for a reason...come on'
