Remember how my OB told me I should enjoy the end of my pregnancy and eat whatever I wanted? Since I hadn't gained too much weight and all? Well, I didn't intend to follow his advice. He wasn't the one who would have to lose the weight. But it got down in my subconscious and I literally have eaten anything I've wanted since then. I started thinking that, assuming this is my last pregnancy, I will basically be watching my weight for the rest of my days on earth. So I've felt the need to live it up. These last weeks of pregnancy drag by and I suppose it has made me less bored to eat any dessert within 50 feet. It's shameful, I tell you! The scale totally ratted on me on Monday. I was horrified. I said to my doc, "You told me to eat whatever I wanted, and look what happened!" He said it was water weight. Only the Lord knows.
Last Thursday and Friday I had those amazing cookies that Melanie brought me. (God bless her for not bringing a full dozen.) Then on Saturday our babysitter brought me a huge piece of orange pineapple cake made by her wonderful mother. I ate half of it that night. Then after church the next day I was trying to take a nap but I kept thinking about the rest of that cake in my fridge. So I got up and ate it. It was wonderful. I still can't believe that I traded my nap for food. Then on Monday I broke into some apple pie that my friend Kristy had made for our Friday night supper that never happened (because Jackson got sick). Kristy had packed some up for VVPG and given it to me at church. Y'all, I have never, ever, ever had anything so good in my life. If Cinnabon started making an apple pie cinnamon roll, this is what it would taste like. I ate that right before my appointment. Awesome. Then I got on the scale and the party was over.
That night at my parents' house I saw a little package of chocolate covered almonds. My first thought was to eat one and then I reconsidered. Let me just tell you that the feeling of self-denial came over me and it was foreign. Oh my gosh, how sad is that? It felt good though. So I've been trying to have some self-control.
Tomorrow my sweet co-workers are having a baby lunch for me. I heard through the grapevine that there will be cake. Cake made at my favorite bakery. I am totally pumped. So today I have to be VVPG in SSDM (serious self-denial mode) so I can partake. No sweets for me!
Also, in case you care, my innie belly button has become an outie. It's not flat, just poking out bizarrely. It did this last time too. I'm sorry if anyone can see it through my shirt, but I'm too pregnant to be bothered.
Oh, and I just got a text from my husband that says, "Wow wow Wubbzy, Wubbzy, Wubbzy, wow wow." No, having kids doesn't change things. I promise!