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 trombone*