Well… it apparently wasn’t real. Anyway, it didn’t stick around for my weekly Sunday weigh-in. In fact, on Sunday I weighed less than I have thus far. 188 point something. Tonight I pigged out on some scrumptious Indian food, but I’ve mostly been doing pretty darned good, indeed, and even eating healthfully and prenatal vitamin-fully.
So far so good on the 15 lb weight gain goal. Of course, I’m only 5 weeks into a 40-week process full of ups downs and arounds. And, of course, I’m in the notoriously nauseous and non-hungry portion of the journey, which I guess helps on the non-weight-gain front. I haven’t thrown up or anything but I definitely get a little queasy feeling now and then.
Meanwhile, I am dying to get moved, which happens this coming week. Big cross country trip is in the works, which will probably have some grueling elements and some fun ones. One more day at work before the much-needed week’s vacation. Yippee. Weird to think that when I start back to work it’ll be in a whole different state on an entirely different coast.