6/6/2003 01:28:44 PM|||Amy|||I am in a bad mood today. My head hurts and I'm hungry - in spite of that grotesquely over-salted pretzel I ate this morning. I wonder what I am going to tell my doctor when she asks how I managed to gain 15 pounds in one month. Probably something like, 'Well... the fucking deli never has bran muffins and since you made me start taking iron supplements, I can't shit and I only eat salt. And fried chicken. I've also passed a resolution that no other food shall cross my lips unless it contains a minimum of 600 calories and 35 fat grams. As for exercise, I walk no more quickly than a turtle now that I'm toting around a 50 pound child in my uterus. Since I barely break a sweat at this pace, I hardly see the use. So get off my back."

I wonder what she will say. The next time I see her she will be ready to deliver her own kid. She probably takes really good care of herself, especially since this is her first one, and will still give me a damn lecture. I wonder what the statistics are on a woman's attention to her prenatal health when she's working on her third kid? I have a feeling that I'm not alone in my inattentiveness and excess.|||95380353|||