Clouds & Silver Linings
So, today I finally heard from U of G: I'm in. I can't believe how long they dicked around "transfer" students like me, who've had our apps in since Feb. I have to register by classes by next Fri, July 23, or suffer late fees. Thank God the Econ acad advisor already knows me from my earlier pushy visits, so she'll see me next week and give me permission to break the rules and take Micro and Macro together. With Calculus.
Why am I doing this again?

But earlier today I went to the OB and got told big fat pigs like me who've gained 9 lbs. in 21 weeks of pregnancy don't get to gain any more weight. Oh, oh, OK, we'll be "realistic" and allow 5-10 lbs. more. With a baby that needs to get 7 lbs. bigger.
And to think, I actually felt pretty and PG glowing (finally! radiant clear skin instead of hormonal zit-pocked dull skin) yesterday at my job interview at my gym. Silly me.

So, as a pregnant woman with hormones that had her crying and unable to stop--
Me: Stop crying!
Self: I can't! Waaahhhh.
Me: LAME!
--for almost an hour, the day is still more shitty than good. :-P After all, I still have to work this afternoon.
But maybe it will improve. ;-)
ETA:

ETA: So, the day did improve, even if it's harder to keep working when I know it's not leading to EI (if, in fact, studenthood means no EI, even for pre-birth maternity/sick leave, cuz the gub'ment only pays for me to sit on my ass at home). But at least I know I have something better, if more costly, to do now. :-)
I just hate that I feel so damn good (except for the God-forsaken feet); am in better physical shape than I've been since the wedding, thanks to dedicated, regular workouts; have great BG, BP (120/68), HR, hemoglobin (proof that at least some of us can be mostly-vegetarian--cuz meat seems so gross now--and still get enough iron), AFP/MSS (blood screens for spina bifida, Down's syndrome, and other abnormalities); am eating more fruits and veggies than I ever have except when on a diet; and have a perfect fetus but all the OB wants to talk about is me going on a real diet, while pregnant, even though all the numbers that are supposed to be risky for me are all good.
She even went probing around for ab fat, to see if I might have so much pelvic fat that it could impede vaginal delivery. "Oh, you're all baby." Yes, that would be why I buy clothing just to fit my thighs and am still wearing my regular outfits.
If not for the weight issue, I had a GREAT OB visit, where I got told all the things any mom-to-be would love to hear.

It's hard getting to a place of emotional acceptance where I felt OK abt gaining weight--gaining weight while doing the kind of workouts and small meals that would normally see me losing weight. Where I felt OK abt knowing that I'll probably go past the highest weight I have ever been, abt feeling a bit out of control. But I've been doing it. Now I feel like the entire cart has been overturned and trying to be healthy isn't good enough. It's only the number on the scale that matters.
It makes me tempted to just stop weight training and lose a couple pounds of muscle ;-P, except that then I know I wouldn't feel as good, not to mention make life that much harder at Zehrs.
I had planned this LJ post where I explain how un-fun it is to be this hungry all the time, to be eating to live as your body demands more and more, b/c the hunger never leaves you for more than three hours. I wanted to let you know about being so bored with food, esp when so many items turn you off that your menu is limited.
And it just got smaller.
But it should be OK. As the OB pointed out, just think of all those women starving in war-ravaged countries who still have normal-size babies. Yep, I always wanted to go on the Rwanda Diet.
Eh, maybe I'll be in a better mood if I ever stop needing meds I can't take for my plantar fasciitis and for my allergies, which are in high gear this week.
Can someone just wake me when it's November?