I’m not talkin’ “phat”… I’m talkin’ FAT…
I suppose that every expectant mother has visions of going through pregnancy with limited weight gain; a cute “swollen belly”, and lovely glowing skin. At least I did back in February 2000, when I first discovered I was pregnant.
I was in good physical shape – I had been running 45 minutes a day, 5 days a week; I walked every day and watched what I ate.
I still managed to gain 34 lbs by October.
New guidelines have come out regarding the amount of weight women “should” gain during a pregnancy. Researchers are saying that the current recommended weight gain of 25 -35 lbs. is too much…
I look at a cookie these days, and pop a button in my pants. My body seems to be doing what it wants, regardless of what I feed it.
I was never more sick than I was during this past February… yet I still managed to gain 10 lbs during my first trimester – same amount I gained during that time period with the other 3 kids. It didn’t matter how much I did or didn’t eat – I ended the first three months of each pregnancy with 10 lbs of added weight.
With Seamus, I gained almost 45 lbs. Yet, I was active and ate normally (except for that couple of weeks of constant Frozen Coffee cravings…)
I really wanted this to be my “cute, little bump” pregnancy.
I should have known better.
My body continues to do what it wants, regardless of what I try to make it do.
None of my babies were born large. So I say pooh on them. My body doesn’t care one bit what they recommend. It’s doing what it wants to do… (I just hope it chooses to lose the weight later)