Today I had another doctor's appointment. It wasn't anything really special...or was it?
It was the usual routine. Wait in the waiting room. Pee in a cup. Get called back. Wait in the room. Doctor comes in. Listens to the heartbeat, which was great. Ask if we have any questions. Blah, blah, blah. Enter the awesome part.
Sarah was looking at my chart, and had a look of concern on her face. I asked if anything was wrong, and she looked at me and said, "Do you know that you've only gained 9 lbs. since you got pregnant?" I told her no way, because the amount that I'm eating, there's no way that I could've only gained 9 pounds. Plus, I see myself in the mirror. I'm not blind.
She showed me the chart, though, and low and behold, I've only gained 9 pounds. So she says this to me, "You need to eat more fat. Like ice cream."
Aaaaand I love you.
Could words more awesome than that ever be uttered? I submit that they cannot.
So after the appointment, Mike and I stopped by the store and picked up some ice cream.
This pregnancy just went from awesome to super FANTASTIC.
