I got weighed today.
But the doctor is not worried about my weight gain at all. She calculated my weight gain since October (mind you, I got pg in September, but I hadn't been weighed since May. I was using my May weight as a starting point. But now I'll use the October weight, like my doctor did. Because doctors know best!). Anyway, she said, "I'm not concerned at all. You're probably going to be under fifty. How tall are you?"
She made a pshaw-type sound. "I'm five zero, and I gained fifty pounds. I'm not worried at all," she assured me. "Just don't see my partner, Dr. ___. He'll tell you you've gained too much weight."
"I'm seeing him next time."
"Oh, when he says that...just let it roll off," she said airily.
Actually, I have my response planned. If he tells me I gained too much weight, I'll advise him, "If you had ever been pregnant, you would know that you don't have much control over the process." Then I'll gently brush my eyebrow with my middle finger :)
D, ever the diplomat, suggests that I ask him, "Were you able to keep weight off when you were pregnant?" I just might do that.
On a more positive note, strawberry milk is delightful.