When we went to Sea World last weekend, we went to the penguin viewing area. I love penguins. I love that the lines on their fur (do penguins have fur?) are so neat and clean. They always look well dressed to me. Do you know those people in your life? Those people whose hair is always in place and whose make up is always perfect and who never, ever be caught screaming across the aisle at Target, “BEAN! PUT DOWN THAT HEMORRHOID CREAM RIGHT THIS MINUTE!” They just always seem to have it together?
That’s a penguin to me.
They mate for life. They’re clean. They’re communal. They’re self-sufficient. They’re never in their PJ’s past nine in the morning. They’re just those people.
But on this particular day, the penguins were having a rough time.Â It was weigh-in day in the penguin pen and so there was a doctor in there with a big scale and a clipboard and we all watched as she herded the penguins one at a time up onto the scale and took their weight.Â Only, the penguins didn’t really understand what they were supposed to be doing.Â They all wanted to stand on the scale together.Â So, the doctor would have to gently hold the penguin friends back as each was weighed individually.
And as I sat there watching, I thought to myself, “Now THERE’S friendship.” These penguins were so supportive of each other that they would stand on the scale together just so the one guy didn’t have to go through the embarrassment by themselves.
The next day I had a doctor’s appointment and as they weighed me in, the nurse kept having to push the little weight on the scale further down. Like, way further down. Like, I thought that, surely, there must be a penguin standing on the scale with me.
Like, maybe THIS penguin. That fat guy on the right there.
Surely, that big, fat penguin was so supportive that he had climbed up on the scale with me when no one was looking and was standing there beside me in total support, causing the scale to tip unnaturally.
But when I turned around, there was no penguin standing there next to me. It was just me. All me. And I was tipping that scale all on my own.
In the beginning of this pregnancy, I was so sick so often that I lost about 15 pounds. Crazy, huh? Then when I finally stopped getting sick, I completely lost my appetite and so I wasn’t gaining any weight then either. But in the past month, I gained 11 pounds. IN A MONTH! Even the nurse who was weighing me in looked at the scale and said, “Well, let’s try that again. That can’t be right.”
Oh, but it was.
When we confirmed that, yes, I had actually gained 11 pounds all on my own with no help from a fat penguin, all the nurse said was, “Wow,” as I muttered something like, “I had a really good Thanksgiving…”
And then I looked around one more time for my penguin, but he was no where to be found.