Hams at the OB office I had to go see my obstetrician this morning. She usually runs 30 minutes to an hour late, which sucks, but she's a great doctor so I don't mind waiting. The waiting room today wasn't too busy, it was just myself and 2 hams. 1 was there for her 6 week post-natal check-up, and the other was pregnant and there with its beta pigfucker. Each one of these "women" was at least 250 lbs a piece. I'm sitting there on my phone, minding my own business, and the two hams start talking to each other. First they start with the pleasantries, which is how I discovered the second one was pregnant. She was so big, I honestly couldn't tell - it just looked fat. The thing about my OB is that she won't see you unless you're at least 5 months along... so one can safely assume this beast was at least 5 months pregnant, and not "showing" yet because of its massive FUPA. The two couch bisons are talking, and I'm sitting there quietly eavesdropping. It comes about that the second butter huffer is pregnant with its sixth kid (somebody seriously needs to sterilize these fucking things) and then it starts bitching about how difficult it is to be pregnant, and that it's sacrificing its body. Then the first one agrees, saying during the last month of pregnancy, it was too big to even put socks on, so went the entire month of December without wearing socks! (I'm in Canada, it's cold AF here, socks are pretty much mandatory winter wear). The second one agrees, and says, "yeah, last time I was pregnant I gained so much weight, whenever I'd drop something on the floor I'd just leave it for {beta pigfucker} to pick up. I dropped the remote control, and he came in the room and asked 'what is this crap that you're watching?' and I said, 'I don't know, I dropped the remote and I can't change the channel.' " How fucking pathetic do you have to be to lose the ability to bend over and pick up a remote, or put on your own socks? It just boggles my mind. I've got a little over 2 months left in this pregnancy, and I'm still working out, shoveling the snow, and doing pretty much everything I was before I got pregnant (although I've had to tone down the intensity). It disgusts me that hams will use pregnancy as an excuse to avoid doing even basic, everyday tasks. Fucking pigs shouldn't be allowed to procreate in the first place. Bonus story: The scale at the OB office was broken. I knew instantly when I hopped on because I was 10 lbs lighter than when I weighed myself at home this morning. The second ham was overjoyed about the broken scale. I actually heard her say, "hehe, I was happy when I jumped on the scale because it was showing that I lost 30 pounds!" Probably the only weight loss this pig will ever see in its life.