Maybe Yosh isn't crazy....

So on Tuesday I go to the doctor and go through the normal torture... pee in a cup, get on the scale, wait in the little doctor room for 35 minutes (with two toddlers I must add) before the doctor makes her entrance. She looks through the info the nurse has noted and looks at me and says, "Do we need to talk about a diet?" I let out a little chuckle, the natural 6-month response for weight gain that says "I've already thrown in the towel, but if you want we can talk about diet all you want. But let me ask you this, Doctor, do you have some magical 'diet' that is going to stop me from pounding cookie after cookie after cookie? And don't think that telling me I'm getting chubby is going to be motivation enough to stop those Oreos and milk from making their way into my growing belly. Do you think I haven't tried that? In fact, I've even tried taking it a step further by reminding myself that I will stay chubby AFTER birth with this kind of behavior. BUT... no dice. We keep having our rendezvous about every other day, the cookies and milk and me. And on the off day, it's ice cream, or Snickers, or brownies. Basically, I've come to terms with where we're at and will start to reconsider the situation in approximately 3 months. By that time, hopefully some type of governor might have returned to my body that tells me 'You are full.' Cuz I've yet to hear that voice since getting pregnant and really nothing- not even you, Doctor, suggesting a diet and all the connotations that come along with that- is going to change until that happens. And as long as I'm this hungry, I'm eating the stuff I love." But I saved that response and let her off the hook with a simple, "No, I'm good but thanks." I got a good laugh out of that. Great doctor, best of intentions, just not the most cooperative patient! Yosh has another one reaffirming his opinion!