So yesterday N. and I to the Missionary Training Center (MTC) to see N.'s parents be set apart by a leader of our church and officially begin their mission to Korea. While we waited for the meeting to begin we stood in the hall and chatted with one of the secretaries. Miranda and I had both brought the babies and I was holding E. The secretary asked N.'s mom how many grandchildren she had and N.'s mom said that she had six but was expecting one more any day now. And then the secretary turned to me and asked me when my due date was!
I was SO embarrassed. And because of the situation, I couldn't say something snarky. I just had to politely murmur that it was their daughter in Oregon that was expecting. To be fair to the secretary (who was a tiny size-2 Filipino woman), I was wearing an empire-waisted dress that I wore when I was pregnant because I'm in sad need of new clothes. But still. I didn't think I look pregnant in it. Lame!
Except for a little setback from while we were on vacation, the weight watching has been going fairly well. I've been feeling pretty positive about the whole thing. But her comment kind of shattered the self-confidence I've been gaining. *Sigh.* I guess I just need to regroup.
Because I'm a huge spreadsheet nerd I started tracking my progress on a chart.
I gained 3.8 lbs. while we were on vacation, but yesterday morning I weighed in and I had lost almost all of the weight I had gained. So yesterday I was feeling pretty good about everything until the incident. I guess I just need to stop whining and work out some more.
And maybe buy a new dress
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