First, let it be known that I am not exactly proud to admit some of the things I am about to admit, but this blog is about my life right now, so here goes …
I went to the doctor 2 weeks ago and was NOT excited about some info that I got. Thankfully I had my favorite nurse and midwife at that appointment, so they softened the blow and we had fun while we were at it. I stepped on the scale and the nurse put the slider thing-a-ma-jig WAY higher than I thought it needed to go, so I gave her a hard time and said something like “Come on now, I’m no THERE yet!” Turns out I was kind of right, she had to slide it back down, but then slide the second thing-a-ma-jig ALL the way to the right, meaning she was only about 2 or 3 pounds off from her original estimate I gave her such a hard time about. For the next few minutes all that came out of my mouth was “SHUT UP!” repeatedly.
I won’t admit to the final number, but I will tell you that I officially hit the 20 pound mark. I had prided myself on doing so well up until this point, and I recognize that 20 pounds is completely normal for someone of my physical stature. But all of a sudden the weekly e-mails I got were spot-on when they had been reflecting MUCH more weight gain than I was actually experiencing.
But this morning at the gym, it hit me. I am a true exercise roller-coaster. I am that on-again, off-again girl with the gym, a healthy diet, etc. I was in one of my off-again phases when I got pregnant, but peeing on that stick lit a fire under me. I immediately stepped it up, and have been reasonably consistent with making it to the gym about 3 times a week, doing cardio and weight training. So, hear me out, I’m gaining muscle, which weighs more than fat, right?
Please appease a fat pregnant woman even if this is crazy talk, but it made sense to me this morning and made me feel a little bit better about my relationship with the scale. So I immediately went to the grocery store for dinner stuff and picked up the box of fudge rounds I have been dreaming about. Makes perfectly logical sense, right?
I go to the doctor Wednesday and am hoping to not have gained 5 more pounds. We’ll see!
Little Bit Brown 
September 2, 2008 at 8:49 pm |
I meant to tell you this earlier, but looking at your baby shower pictures from facebook made me want to look like you when I’m that far along! I’m not kidding! You’re tiny everywhere, except for the baby bump. Most women gain it everywhere, but you haven’t!
Also, I talk to my clients all the time about pregnancy and what not. Most of them gained 40-50 pounds with each child they had! And they’re little women, too! So, if you’re only at 20 and only have a few weeks left, I think you’re doing incredible!
On the other hand, I’m only 7.5 weeks and have gained 4 pounds and have freaked out about it….so when I’m 32 weeks and however much weight I’ve gained, I’m sure I’ll be freaking out, too.
September 3, 2008 at 12:56 am |
Girl, no worries, anytime you start feeling sad, just remember your friend Jill who gained a WHOPPING 65 pounds with Hadley. I am not proud, and I do not normally brag about that number, but anything to help a friend feel better! (:
September 3, 2008 at 1:31 am |
Today I came home directly from work ate a string cheese, half a bag of BBQ potato chips (not snack size) and topped it off with a p.b. granola bar (not the healthy kind)! I then ate two platefulls of spaghetti for dinner with garlic bread. So hopefully this makes you feel better about anything bad you have done (of course I felt terribly guilty afterward). I have also fallen off the band wagon and caved in to pizza (which is my fav.) and yes (gasp) hot dogs occasionally (which I normally don’t like or care for). As much as we love our little babies in our tummies, we just need a little something for us occasionally!!!!! Otherwise your bound to go crazy.
September 3, 2008 at 7:13 pm |
ENJOY it now… the obsession will be worse when there’s no baby in there! There’s an excuse inside your growing tummy right now… MILK IT (no pun intended)! Besides, you are RIGHT ON with your weight gain – don’t fret – every preggy is different and gains more or less at different times. Did you go to the dr at a different time of day than usual? That could have made a huge difference right there! You are a BEAUTIFUL preggers!!!!! Relax, sit on the couch and eat that box of cookies – no need to deny yourself… or Dylan!!!!