I went to the doctor's office yesterday for my sinus infection. They weighed me. I weigh more than I have ever weighed before. It's weird, because I had been feeling like things were firming up--my belly doesn't seem as full of jelly, and none of my clothes are fitting oddly around the thighs and whatnot.
But the scales don't lie and I wasn't wearing my "heavy shoes." I'm feeling pretty grotesque in general tonight. I ate two huge pieces of pepperoni and extra cheese pizza for dinner, with leftover birthday cheesecake for dessert.
If the general malaise and the weight worries weren't clues enough for you, I should confirm that I am surfing the crimson tide right now. That's actually good news: the doctor told me that if my monthly curse showed up, that would mean the Clomid worked. As I mentioned earlier, the pee tests and the basal temperature tests indicate that I didn't ovulate, but hell, I didn't go to medical school. What do I know? It's always possible that I peed on the stick wrong. I'm heading back to the doc's office Monday for further clarification, and likely my second Clomid prescription.
In the meantime, I could really go for a chocolate shake and fries. Why are you looking at me like that?!?! I'm just going to go have a good cry. Does this blog make me look fat?