My Misadventures

So, I went to the doctor today. I go every month to check up on Baby M. It was a pretty standard visit--pee in a cup, check my blood pressure, weigh in, and then look at the ultrasound screen to view the little alien that is becoming more and more human-like.

At the end of the appointment, I asked my doctor if my feet and hands swelling was normal. She said yes, but wanted to look at my chart again. She told me my blood pressure was fine, but my weight wasn't. I guess I gained too much weight this month. Ugh. She politely told me to "take more walks" and with that, the appointment was over.

I realize I took full advantage of the holiday season and the fact my pants now have elastic waistbands. But still- you never really want to hear you're fat. Even if you are pregnant and feeding for two. I mean, come on!

Later in the afternoon, I was bound and determined to not be a fat mama for Baby M, so I put on my walking shoes and maternity yoga pants and decided to take a quick walk before it got dark. With no pockets, I opted to not bring my keys, but instead use my handy dandy garage code to get back in the house. I luckily took my cell phone with me because I never go on a walk without it.

Fast forward to the part where I can't remember my garage code. I text my loving husband and ask him for it. He tells me the four digits. The same four digits I have been entering with no luck. Pretty sure the garage code device is broken and I have now successfully locked my pregnant fat ass out of the house.

I called loving hubs in a tizz...he was in a meeting...I asked if he could be home any time soon. It was going to take at least 30 minutes before he could get there.

So being the resilient creature that I am, I found a window in the back that was unlocked. Carefully removed the screen, pulled that puppy open and crawled my way back in.

If you have never seen a pregnant woman attempt to crawl in a window, well my friends, you are missing out.

I of course knocked over every possible thing I could in my attempt to spiderman my way back in. But I made it! Success! And I gave my self a pat on the back for the extra cardio and stretching that this act entailed. Take that Dr. R! I took more walks AND honed my survival skills.