One more "belly laugh"...

Sorry if you missed out on last week's amazing "Dairy Queen" special.  As they celebrated 25 years of 25 flavors, they had a deal where you could buy one blizzard and get the second one for 25 cents!  So last Monday night I begged Kevin for some ice cream...I figure I can only play this whole "pregnant woman card" for so long, and I felt completely entitled to send my hubby on a late night ice cream run.  After much persistence he lovingly obliged, and was pleasantly surprised to discover their special upon arriving.  He called to report the good deal he'd received, and I teasingly told him how my craving must have been inspired.  As we devoured our blizzards I half jokingly told him we ought to take full advantage of the special and hit DQ up every night for the rest of the week. 

Funny, right? 

Only, he thought it was a great idea. 

So we did. 

Gross, huh?

  If by gross you mean, delicious!

So I enjoyed my last week of pregnancy (or at least what I thought was my last week) with a blizzard each night.  Then I braced myself for yesterday's appointment, where I'd be weighed and have to come up with some bogus excuse for my rapid weight gain...something about water retention...

"Nice work, Danica.  You actually lost a half pound this week."

When Nurse Vicki reported I'd lost weight I about died laughing.  She didn't get why I was so amused, but of course I wasn't going to disclose my gluttonous habit of the week, so I merely left it at, "I just took it easy this week, so I'm surprised to hear I didn't put on weight." 

I think she bought it.

Kevin on the other hand couldn't believe his ears.  Take that Jared, the Subway guy...my diet's got yours beat!