Chunky Monkey

So, yesterday when I went to the doctor, I walked in confidently thinking that the doctor was going to say, “Congratulations, you are just one week away from entering the third and final trimester! I’m glad that you’re still alive.” Instead I heard, Aimee, you’re fat.

Okay, so the doctor didn’t say it quite in those terms. What she said was, “It looks like for the last two appointments your weight has spiked. Normally, we like to see a gain of 1 pound per week. You are about 4 lbs over that – total.”

This is what went through Jon’s head, “Man, I’m glad that I’m not the patient. Thanks for taking one for the team, Aim.”

This is what went through my head, “Are you serious? Do you know that I’m pregnant? Do you know that I’ve been sick and lost 6 pounds in the first two months? Maybe I can cut out the donut that I eat for breakfast in the mornings. Did you even look at my history chart before telling me this? Maybe it is true that you gain more on subsequent pregnancies. Is it too late to change doctors to get a second opinion? Maybe I’ll up my workouts from one walk around the lake at my work to two. How many pregnant women actually stay within the ‘averages?’ Okay, so I can forgo the cheese on my baked potato for lunches (but I’m not willing to sacrifice the sour cream.) Are you even supposed to lose weight when you’re pregnant? What am I supposed to do with this info? The once a week ice cream night is definitely out. Why did my doc have to tell me this two weeks before Thanksgiving?”

Jon had to try to do damage control the entire way home from the doctor’s office. He did a pretty good job with his pep talk. Then he dropped me off at home and headed to work. I . . . . worked out. Now my leg hurts and I’m even more hungry than I was before.

Don’t I deserve a break . . . after all, I am pregnant! Hello!!

Mollee searched costume after costume. She passed on the princesses; she passed on the fairies; she stopped at the cow. What a cute cow she made. We met Tinkerbell at my brother, Darin's, work the day before Halloween. Mollee partied all day on Friday at daycare and ate her fill of cupcakes. By the time we were ready to go trick or treating on Saturday, my little cow was exhausted. She went to house after house for about 45 minutes before turning to Jon and saying, "Daddy, this cow is tired." She came home and wanted to give all of her candy to the trick or treaters that showed up at our house. What a kind little cow!!

Forgiveness

Every day, on my way home from work, I have to drive past a billboard with a familiar face plastered all over it. This person that owns this face hurt me when I was younger. She doesn't know it, nor would she likely remember my name, but I have hated her for years.

Jon told me that he would do anything to make me feel better, including dressing up in all black, buying a bunch of spray paint, and assisting me in climbing up the ladder to that billboard to vandalize it in any manner that I would like.

I laughed, then I read this book. You never truly know what others pasts are. You never know why people say or do the things that they do and you may not understand their intentions . . . they may not even understand their own intentions.

Many people have said and done things that have hurt my feelings, but I have really been the only one that has hurt myself because I let myself be angry and only I am to blame for letting myself hold onto grudges. So today, I'm going to work on forgiveness. I'm going to forgive those who have said the wrong thing at the wrong time; I'm going to forgive those that have walked past me when I've hurt, and I'm going to forgive myself for holding on too long. Maybe then, others will forgive me for my ignorance.