Accidental Weigh In

I don’t have a scale.  I had one, but it made me cranky, so I got rid of it. This was before Critter. As Critter has come to “be” I have to endure weigh ins at my doctor’s appointments. I do care, I do ask, and so far, I’ve been well within my weight limit.  They haven’t told me to slow down, chew my food, pick fruit over cupcakes, etc. I have been told by many people that I look the same, with the exception of the basketball I am smuggling under my shirt. I take this as a compliment and a good sign. I work at a place where things are frequently weighed. I’ll leave it at that.  In order to get into a storage room today I had to walk over a scale. I saw the number. I got back on the scale. The number didn’t change. I broke one of my biggest rules and looked up the number (corresponding to my height) on the interwebz with the Google search “Weight gain during pregnancy.” Good news? I hit goal!!! Bad news? For Week 36. *sad...