Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Food Chain.

We were celebrating Dr. Martin Luther King Junior's birthday, so our question during community circle time was "What do you do to make the world a better place?"

I heard the following:

"I pick up trash when I see it on the ground."
"I'm nice to my friends."
"I always do my best."

"Well, I take good care of my pets at home so they don't die and break the food chain."

The Exercise Channel.

So I'm 25 weeks pregnant with our second baby.


In the three years it's been since I was last pregnant, apparently the doctors at my practice have adopted a new, rigid, horrific weight-gain policy for us all during this time of our lives. My family and I are quite healthy; we exercise every day, play outside, and eat all the fruits and veggies we're supposed to. 

Anyway, the fact that they harp on me about being careful about my weight gain during my pregnancy doesn't make me a happy girl since it's something I'm always careful with.

I asked our school nurse, who is a saint and has many children of her own, to please check my blood pressure...she knows I get all excited at the doctor's office and it gets them all worked up. If she checks it, it's usually fine. 

Anyway, I was in her office Tuesday, complaining about how they're not going to believe my weight gain is water retention, blah, blah, blah, when a little first grader walks in. The rest is history.

Me: Pam, I just know they're not going to love my weight gain. I seriously have no idea how to fix it.

Stinkin' first grader: You know, you could just turn on the exercise channel on your TV once in awhile.

It's a good thing he was sitting across the room from this pregnant girl.