Yesterday while in an appt with E, the dietish, I asked her quite innocently and out of the blue, “Am I allowed to exercise?” And she just looked at me like I was a moron and said, ABSOLUTELY NOT. So I told her the deets of what had gone down that day re: the competition at work, and she was just astounded and seriously pissed. She wanted to email the HR director right then and there, but I convinced her not to. She was like, “They want a doctor’s note? They’ll GET A DOCTOR’S NOTE. They’ll get more than they BARGAINED FOR! How would you like a note from me, W (my therapist), your high-risk OB, your ED doc, your gastro, your pulmonologist, and your allergist? Will that satisfy them!?” She was trying to get me to take the pedometer off right then and there, but I said I’d wait for a note. So I’m pretty sure I’m going to be giving them a few more than they bargained for, lol. This oughta be good! I will keep you in the loop.
So, here’s a pic of the belly today. (14 weeks) I made my coworker take it because I’m wearing the cute shirt that I posted a couple weeks ago that I wanted to buy. (And comprar it I did!) I don’t look as cute as the model (my boobies look better though) but hey the lightings bad, my eyes are a little swollen from allergies, and I’m actually pregnant, as opposed to the fact the skinny brat is pry just wearing a fake belly. Do not judge too harshly!
I still need to find a new fetus widget. And I find out in 3 ½ weeks if I’m having a boy or a girl, and from the looks of the poll, the overwhelming majority think I’m going to have a little hija! We will see my pretties, we will see…