Step Up On That Scale

I have always been pretty anti-pregnancy and anti-children until Cory and I got back together.  I wasn't sold on the idea until well, this cupcake was in my belly growing like a weed.  Pregnancy just didn't seem like something I would be interested in.  Getting fat, having a backache, not being able to drink a beer when I want to, and having the delivery the baby from you know where was not on my fun list.  Since being pregnant though - so much has changed.  It's amazing how different I am and how I think about things differently - as a wife, friend, and now a Mom.  Wow, yes, I said it... Mom.

Pregnancy isn't as awful as I thought it was going to be.  My back hurts but it's bearable, I miss having a drink but splurging with a sweet tea is just as awesome... it's not that bad other than the weight gain.  I knew you gained weight during pregnancy or most women do but I never imagined what it does to you psychologically.  It's difficult, really difficult.  With all the Moms who love to give you advice and compare how much weight you have gained to what they have gained - it doesn't help.  Furthermore, I don't care how much you gained.  It doesn't make me feel better about the number that is on the scale when I step off.  IF you are one of those freak Moms who barely gain 20 lbs and you complain about it - keep your thoughts to yourself around me, because I really don't care.

"Step up on that scale" are the words that you know you are going to hear at every doctor's appointment but hate it when you do.  If you are like me, you strip off all articles of clothing that you can [I'm sure that scarf would add a pound or two] before you step on the scale.  I hold my breath and pray that the number that shows up has not increased too much since the last time I weighed.  Apparently the end of your 2nd trimester and your 3rd trimester is when the weight gain kicks it in high gear.  Geeez!



I will not be announcing how much weight I've gained.  I won't be telling you after I have the baby how much weight I have to lose to get back down to my pre-pregnancy weight.  What I will say is, I've gained weight and no matter what the number may be - it is more than I have ever weighed before.  That is a one TOUGH pill to swallow.  I know I'm pregnant, I know I'm supposed to gain weight - but for someone who has always watched the scales and tried to stay between a high and low number, reaching far above that high number is heartbreaking.

So the plan - keep up with my yoga and exercise.  Continue to eat healthy and make good decisions when it comes to snacks (even though I really love Girl Scout cookies right now).

As my clothes continue to shrink and my nose swells across my face - I will continue to pray for strength until the end of my pregnancy and after my little man arrives to get back to those numbers between my high and low...and stay there until I decide to do this whole pregnancy thing again.


My baby bump has come with some extra lumps.