Fit For A King

Last week at the chiropractor, I mentioned that I have not been sleeping well lately. Obviously, pregnancy is causing some of the sleep disturbance, but I never had this much trouble with Kira. So, he's asking about stress, sleep position, eating habits, etc, then finally asks how old our bed is. Duh! We bought it when we got married 14 years ago, and most mattresses last 8-10 years. So, we are now under doctor's orders to get a new bed!

But of course, we don't do things halfway. We don't want to just replace the mattress. We've wanted a King-sized bed for a long time, but didn't have the space in Jackson. But, we do here! So, we get to go buy a King mattress today, and new bedding, and maybe even new bedroom furniture! And hopefully soon, I won't have time to post on here because I'll be too busy sleeping!

It really was broken!

Every time I go to the doctor, I dread getting on the scale. For some reason, it's always 3-4 pounds higher than mine at home. I always joke that their scale is broken, because that's much easier to believe than I'm fatter than I should be.

So, for my first prenatal visit, I weighed myself at home, just so I wouldn't freak too much at the doctor's. I get there and step on the scale; it was 12 lbs higher than my measurement! I told them, "your scale is broken", and they said, "yeah, everyone says that" and wrote the big number in my chart.

I went back yesterday, stepped on the scale, and it was off 2 pounds. I said, "You fixed the scale!" She answered, "yeah, it was really messed up, but we got it recalibrated." But, they didn't fix my chart, so it looks like I lost 7 lbs in 10 days (yes, if you do the math, I GAINED 3 lbs - eek!) I guess it's good my starting weight was overstated, so my weight gain will seem reasonable. Still, I do wish they would have taken me seriously...