So, here we are at 16 weeks already! 4 months, with my hair looking a hot mess. Holy I’ve been pregnant for four months already. Baby is about the size of an avocado, and I’ve been told that I need to watch what I’m saying since baby is developing a tiny sense of hearing. Baby is pretty much just hearing me talk to myself at work and sing, so we’re good there. Unless it can hear my coworker and his swearing — then we might be in trouble.
I pretty much feel the exact same as I have since I found out (only a little less tired), but more and more overwhelmed when I think about being halfway in another month. I wanted to nix the interview questions for this one and just talk about body image.
Since I found out I was pregnant, I’ve done a lot of mommy blog searching — seeing if other people are feeling the same way I am about everything, or if I’m just crazy — and a lot of the blogs talk about weight gain and body image a lot.
There is one blog I found where the girl was incredibly upset about her weight gain — of 6 pounds at 22 weeks. Let’s put that into “Laura” perspective. I have 6 weeks to get to 22, and I have already gained that amount. She said ” I feel so fat.” I almost fell out of my chair. Then there’s another girl’s blog that I read, where she has gained upwards of 40 pounds for both of her pregnancies — and she looks so beautiful and healthy — and doesn’t complain once about the amount of weight she’s gaining.
Now coming from someone who has body image and weight problems most of her life — the weight gain is tough. Seeing that scale creep up every week is definitely not fun. And then I’m brought back down to Earth. My doctor is happy with my weight gain — and my baby is getting the nourishment it needs. This is not a time for me to be concerned about myself — there is a child in there that needs all this stuff to grow and be healthy. Yes, I miss my runs, but I’m still working out — I’m doing a baby safe work out — my doctor tells me I’m young and healthy and that working out should still be a priority during the day. Plus, as someone who was so used to doing it, it was a relief that I could continue.
So I’ve made a vow — that during these nine months, I will not drive myself crazy with a number on a scale. As long as my doctor continues to believe that my weight gain is healthy, and my kid is growing the way it needs to, then I’m good.
Plus if that means I get to enjoy a few cupcakes every now and then, then bring it.
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