So I may be overreacting but it sure doesn’t feel that way.

Just had our December high risk checkup and regular OBGYN appointment. I’m a geriatric mother at 36 with my first child 🌈 and am plus size so had to get tested for gestational diabetes but passed with flying colors. I generally eat healthy with non gluten and non sugar cause it’s the only thing that makes me feel human with PCOS that sure makes life difficult at times and a waistline that just won’t listen.

Anywho, love our high risk docs. Found out our boy is in the 90th percentile for size already. 😳 Doc says if it’s not diabetes, could be genetics which makes sense cause my dad’s side is anywhere from 6’4” to 6’8” and birth weights from 9 to 12 lbs. If he stays on this trajectory, we’ll be goin the C-section route.

With that news, headed over to our regular OBGYN and when she hears how big our son is, her first response is “fat baby” followed by me having to take another glucose test. 😡

I’m pretty even tempered most times and even if I was thinking in my head “here’s another person that assumes just because I look like I do, I must eat like crap and be unhealthy on the inside”, even if she’s doin her job and it’s only because I’m high risk that I have to have yet another glucose test… no one, and I mean no one, refers to my baby, unborn or not, as fat. She could have said “big” but she chose “fat”. I know the power of words, been battling them all my life, especially in my own head and when she said that… I felt the anger of a mama for the first time in my life and wanted to jump off that exam table and tackle her. I saw red. I thankfully reeled myself in and continued the appointment with no incident or cops being called for a homocide - death caused by suffocation from fluff.

Maybe hormones amplified my reaction but… you tell me, anyone else feel like they’d see red?

Latest ultrasound showing the bottom of my baby’s feet up near his head. 😂