I knew this was going to happen.
I knew this stage would come.
I am in the "frumpy, are you fat?" stage.
After many tears and finally breaking down and buying some maternity clothes (which, by the way, I LOVE stretchy, belly band pants!!!), I've decided that it's ok. I know i'm supposed to gain weight. I'm totally fine with that- I've been pounding food like a champ. But it doesn't change the fact that it is hard to watch your body begin to morph into something it has NEVER been. And for someone who was always told by the doctors, "You're too skinny; you need to eat and gain some weight"-
I'M TRYING!!!
I'm slightly anxious about going to my next doctor's appointment. I've been told that the doctor I'm scheduled to see is a nazi about weight, especially in thin women. My best friend is a great example...She got fussed at by him when she gained 6 lbs in a month because she was already so skinny and petite. She's actually smaller than me...this makes me afraid I'll snap at the doctor and then they'll red flag me- something else I worry about. Like if they found out Aust is a lawyer.
If I just already had the little basketball sitting in front of my belly, that'd be perfect!
Too bad I just look like I've been drinking myself silly and have a gut.
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