so...

so there is some good news to share, and some great news to share, and some super exciting but so effing stressful news to share and I'm not allowed to share any of it! WT HECK, HUSBAND! you're killing me, smalls!

so... without mentioning any of the above, *hmph!!*, I got to eat a slice of lemon meringue pie today from marie callendar's and that was pretty much the highlight of my day.

I am *DRUMROLL PLEASE!!* officially 200lbs. holy. jebus.

I stepped on the scale at the doctor's office this morning and she slide the second bar of weights to 150 and slid the upper bar to 30...40... 47... 49... and the scale still wasn't equal. I sighed quite loudly and she laughed as she slid the upper bar all the way back to 0 and moved the second bar of weights from 150 to 200. the scale immediately balanced. eh, whatever. This means I've gained 25lbs to date for this baby (or it may be all the pie I'm eating, I dunno).

Everything checked out fine- strong heartbeat, good blood pressure, blah blah blah. Baby is measuring to be the right size. wtf does that mean, anyway? the right size for my giant self? or the right size according to some chart that measures the average 5'4 woman? Something around 4lbs, I suppose. I asked about the crazy Braxton hicks contractions I've been having and my doctor(loveher!!!!) said not to worry unless I had more than 6 in one hour. I think I had 10 over the last 24 hours so nothing to worry about, except they are fuckpainful and I keep thinking I'm going to pop a kid/piece of poo out.

The doctor saw my wedding ring dangling from my necklace and asked if I was retaining water... I pointed to my ankles. See? do you see any sort of ankle bone? no? yeah, me neither. She told me to 1- cut back on salt/soy sauce and 2- drink more water. I wonder if she tells her non-Asian patients to cut back on soy sauce? Because really, I don't even eat soy sauce. psshh.

Her parting words were... don't eat out so often.. the reason food tastes so good at restaurants is because they use a ton of butter and salt!

um... I don't really cook. I eat out 99% of my meals. oops. guess I'm going grocery shopping more often.

I have a massage scheduled for tonight. I freaking neeeeeed it. my cankles are getting more and more canklely by the minute.