See those fancy brick roads, red brick not yellow.
No one ever notices that there is red brick swirling with the yellow - where they heck do you think the red bricks go? Home, maybe? Perhaps.
Today we are talking about different bricks. Ones that my doctor thinks are in my purse.
You see, I have had some weight fluctuation this pregnancy. The day I found out we were expecting I weighed 146 pounds. The day of our 12 week appointment I weighed 131 pounds.
(did you hear the whann whann whann sound effects?)
So my doctor has been keeping this as a point of concern and monitoring it closely along with my blood pressure to make sure everything is going well. Blood pressure has stayed low, heartbeat strong, and while weight gain hasn't been as good as with Carly, it is creeping up. Last week I weighed 157 with 3 weeks to go, this week I weighed 165.
"WHATTTT?" That can't be right, I have been eating the same. Strange.
As I lay down on the table to be measured and hear Little Brother's heartbeat I realized what happened and started laughing.
My doctor asked what was the matter and I told him I knew why I weighed so much. Because I had gotten on the scale with my purse on.
He sighed, smiled and rolled his eyes "What do you have in there? Bricks?"
