Do you ever get into really stupid fights with your husband? Lately, John and I seem to have about 57 petty fights per day. It is frustrating and irritating, but also extremely hard to stop. Last night we had a really good argument, so I'll share.
As you guys already know, I am not very happy about my current weight. I have decided that I only want to gain 15 pounds with this pregnancy. I know this is a lofty goal, but I am going to try to accomplish it. However, I am not going to beat myself up if I gain a little more.
During my first visit with Dr. S, we talked about my weight and my goals. She gave me some recommendation, which I have been trying to follow. At my 12 week appointment, I had actually lost 6 pounds. I am not worried about the weight loss, since it was accomplished by eating healthier.
Yesterday morning I stopped at the grocery store. I was buying a few things that John had requested. I was getting ready to leave when I passed by some peanut butter cookies. I LOVE peanut butter cookies, and I haven't had any in ages. I decided to buy the cookies. I didn't even feel guilty about my purchase. I really, really wanted those damn cookies.
So, around 9:00 pm last tonight, John decided to eat some ice cream. I pulled out my delicious peanut butter cookies. John looked at me with disgust and said, "I thought you were only going to gain 15 pounds." Oh, the anger, the fury, the rage. I truly wanted to punch him in the fucking face.
For the next 10 minutes we argued about peanut butter cookies. Finally, I got so pissed off that I decided to throw the damn cookies in the trash. Do you know what that fat bastard did? He continued eating his ice cream. Prick.
So, my beloved peanut butter cookies, I guess we will have to put our love affair on hold. I miss you already.