Doctor's Appointment and the Bitter Pill

I am in a major bad mood as I type this!  I went to my monthly doctor's visit today, looking forward to hearing any new developments about the baby.  It was very routine:  I peed in a cup, the nurse called me in, she tested my pee and blood pressure and lastly, had me stand on The Scale.

That scale that stands quietly alone in the corner of the exam room, staring at and waiting to expose each pregnant woman's weight gain.  I happened to be its next victim and I thought I'd be able to pull a defensive move by yanking off my Timberland boots (Come on, don't they each weigh about 10 pounds at the very least??!  Had to remove them.)  I watched nervously as the nurse fidgeted with the balance on the scale.  Her arm blocked my view and right before I could catch a glimpse, she quickly slid the balance back to 0, typed something in the computer, told me the doctor would be right with me and left the room. I went over to the computer to see what she typed in but she had exited out of the previous window.  Smart. 

I sat on the exam table and waited about 2 minutes before Dr. Jin came in.  She asked me how I felt and told me how great I look....the usual formalities.  She went to the computer to pull my file, studied it and asked, "So what are you planning to do about your weight gain?"  Me, "What do you mean?"  Dr. Jin, "You've put on 8 pounds in a month.  That's pretty high.  What are you doing different?"  Me, "Nothing.  I eat my three meals a day, I don't overeat and I have no cravings."  Dr. Jin, "I'm going to ask you to eliminate carbs and stick to fruits, vegetables and protein.  You can always try to increase your activity level as well."  At this point, I felt tears welling up in my eyes.  I was embarrassed and felt irresponsible and unhealthy.  I had to blink hard to get rid of the tears.  Dr. Jin told me to lie down so she could listen to the baby's heartbeat.  She told me she didn't want me to end up gaining 50 pounds at the end of all this.  Heck, I don't want to gain 50 pounds either!  The doctor scheduled me for a glucose test either tomorrow or the day after to test for gestational diabetes.  She told me again I look great and that she will see me in 3 weeks.

I left the office in a really foul mood.  I was just plain old upset and wanted to cry.  I called Rick up immediately and told him what happened, "I told you I turned into a fatso!  I always knew it!"  I felt like blaming someone for my weight gain and I told Rick that he seems like a pretty good scapegoat right about now.  He should've kept check on me!  He should've motivated me to exercise more!  He should've woken me up each evening when I crashed on the couch!  He let me chew his ear off until I got back to work.  It was past lunchtime and I was starving so I picked up a salad with chicken and asparagus for lunch.  Might as well get started on eating healthy!  I hope I pass the glucose test.  I think I'd be hysterical if I'm told I have gestational diabetes.