Wide Load and Proud of It!

Siblings love to tease each other. I know this because my brother has never not teased me. When I was a little girl Jeff's teasing used to fire me up and make me cry. Now, I've gotten smart and learned how to dish it back.

Last Monday I went to my 32 week prenatal visit. First my blood pressure was checked. Perfect, not to high, not to low. I'm hoping to avoid bed rest these last few weeks and the need for Magnesium Sulfate at delivery- two extremely annoying things. I was feeling confident about my good numbers. Next came the scale. Normally scales don't elicit much response from me. I've gotten over defining myself by a number I weigh. There is more to life than being obsessed with such frivolity. But as I looked at the scale and read a number I've never before seen in my life, my eyes widened and my spirit sank. It took me all day to stop thinking about that stupid number and to reassure myself that I was indeed pregnant and this is what happens. Come the next day I was fine.

Yesterday as I descended from upstairs at Paul's house, with a throng of people surrounding the landing, Jeff yells "Watch out, wide load coming through!" For a second the dreaded number on the scale flashed back into my head. For a second I really wanted to tell him to be nice and go cry in the corner, but I took it like a winner and said "you're just jealous I can do something you can't". Not my best defense, but it shut him up and pushed my terrible weight number back to the recesses of my mind.  

I would also be willing to wager he can't lose 25lbs in a day either. Ha, take that sucker!