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"I had to take Alex to the doctor yesterday (poor little guy was running a fever) and as we were waiting in the exam room for the doc to show up, I couldn&amp;#x27;t help myself. I put Alex on the floor (where he proceeded to walk around opening cabinets full of medical supplies--mother of the year!) and I...stepped on the scale. To be honest, it&amp;#x27;s not the first time I&amp;#x27;ve weighed myself at Alex&amp;#x27;s pediatrician. In fact, it&amp;#x27;s the only place I do it. But here&amp;#x27;s the thing: I can&amp;#x27;t get naked there. I firmly believe that every ring and bracelet and bra strap holds weight and can tip the scales not in your favor. I kicked off my shoes and desperately wanted to take off my jeans (they weigh at least two pounds, right?) but I already felt like a weirdo--you should have seen my face when the nurse walked in and Alex promptly tumbled over and there I was gently nudging the little bar on the scale, hoping to eek off another ounce. The good news is I am only three pounds over my pre-baby weight. The bad news is, my kid is a year old and enough is enough already. Although, I&amp;#x27;ve been thinking...shouldn&amp;#x27;t I deduct for the jeans and the tank top and bra and earrings and rings and bottle of water I downed on the ride over? Do you guys believe what&amp;#x27;s on the scale or do you &amp;quot;adjust&amp;quot; for clothes/time of day/any other good enough reason you can share with me? I&amp;#x27;m going back for Alex&amp;#x27;s one year appointment on Friday and you better believe I&amp;#x27;ll be wearing as little clothes as possible. And no jewelry. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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