{ why i love my doctor's scale }

I had a doctor appointment last Friday.  It was scheduled at 11.  But being a new patient, filling out paperwork made it so I didn't see the doc until a little later than that. Okay, almost an hour later.

I only had toast for breakfast, and the lady in the next room was talking about BBQ sandwiches and smoothies.  I wanted to deck her.  Even though I don't speak stomach, my tummy was screaming profanities, I'm sure of it.  

I was then reminded that all this suffering would benefit me on the scale.  {A.k.a. that wicked piece of machinery that was taunting me down the hall.}

You see, I was sure I had gained 10 pounds in the past couple months.  I added a few more pounds to what my scale said, because doctor's scales always seem to add a good 3-5 pounds on your original weight.  So I thus calculated.

I took off my shoes.  I put down my bag.  I stepped gingerly onto the black mat that would betray me in a few seconds.  I didn't dare look.  

But I have absolutely no power over my curiosity. {It's a curse, really.}

That beautiful scale read only 5 pounds of total weight gain. Five.  I wanted to hug it, but refrained since people where watching.  I was so happy.

And no, now is not the time to remind me that my stomach was empty and starving.  I'm taking those only 5 pounds and running with them! ;)

What else did this appointment accomplish, other than boosting a girl's self-esteem? I now have a verified official reason to gain weight, and not because I love to eat food:

After years of trying, the Good Lord has finally blessed us with baby #3.  So even though I may cry because of the nausea, headaches and cramps, they are happy tears!  After having a miscarriage, I will gladly take all of these 'trials' if it means a healthy little person will be joining our family.  Which reminds me of a quote:

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Hope you all have a blessed rest of the week! -xoxo