Monday, February 22, 2010

Cookies, cont.

My OB looks at my weight gain on her little chart. "Wow, that's a big jump." Well, I said, I've been using cookies to deal with mood swings. I've decided to switch to exercise.

So how much weight have I actually gained? I queried.

Eighteen pounds. In 25 weeks.

I'm thinking I should develop diabetes, or pneumonia, or cancer, or something, and give the poor woman something to do. Because when a healthy person comes before a highly trained physician, I think they just get lost and don't know what to do. Of course, a good friend just got the same meaningless lecture from her midwife, so who knows. Mom says we should all go back to the farm and have Ina May take care of us. Sounds like a plan.
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  1. Sarah MFebruary 23, 2010 at 5:49 AM

    I absolutely vote for a trip to the Farm. After I got the weight gain lecture this last time, I was ready to smack my OB and hire a home birth midwife.

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  2. rachelFebruary 25, 2010 at 10:05 AM

    seriously? 18 lbs? in 25 weeks? who the freak are these people?

    also, please do not develop any sort of life/little person threatening issues just for the amusement of your physician. maybe she should go read a book or something.

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