I scream…I scream…We all scream for ice cream.
Today I had my 28 week appointment, and my doctor told me for the second time I have gained too much weight. Now, I want to fire her ass.
The first time I took it. I heard her out. I’ll go to the gym 3 times a week…ok ok. I’m not a total lard ass — up until recently I was walking to the blue line…transferring to the red line…walking from the red line to the hospital, twice a day (now Sundeep graciously drives one way)! Dammit …that’s like a whole mile.
Today…my weight gain has come as no surprise. I love ice cream. Get over it. But, I also have been going to the gym 3 times a week, as instructed. I just eat ice cream 4-5x a week. My motto is …push a 7lb baby through YOUR vagina, and you can eat all the ice cream you want.
Her excuse…labor will be really difficult with all of this extra weight. BITCH, I don’t know much about labor, but something tells me WITHOUT 27+ extra lbs, it’s going to be a death wish, and I’ve seen WAY fatter people give birth! AND…I thought you gave me great drugs to make it easier?
The first time she told my politely I was a lard ass, I felt really guilty…like what a fat ass, go to the gym..your baby is suffering, because you eat skittles and ice cream. TODAY..I was a mix of wanted to cry and punch her in the face. I’m hungry!
Anyways, she checked my cervix due to a couple of contractions last week — “high and tight” (haaaaaaaaaayyyyy) and 0 cm dilated. Baby M’s head is down and ready for Summer 2012 Vagina Mass Destruction.
This is what I had at Cold Stone yesterday…

suckas.












