During each of my pregnancies, I have gained 50-60 pounds. I've always lost it, though it takes me a bit longer after each baby, and decided a long time ago that that is just the way my body needs to do it. Still when I see the charts recommending a 25-35 pound weight gain, I feel guilty. Each doctor visit, when I step on the blasted scale and see the BMI chart that is posted directly in front of my nose, I feel guilt, frustration and embarrassment. For a girl who has never struggled with weight, it effects me in such a peculiar way. Toward the end, when I am reaching my peak, I have grown out of most of my maternity clothes and don't want to be seen. Despite the many cumulated years of pregnancy, I have very few pictures of me with an expectant belly.
So this pregnancy, I have determined a couple of things. I am now thirteen weeks along and am sick of being sick. Many women lose weight during the first trimester; I have gained ten pounds. The problem is that my morning sickness is lessened by food and I have discovered that protein works the best. I'll eat cheese, peanut butter, a handful of nuts, or a couple of eggs. I don't want to eat and when I do it's not because I'm hungry, but because I know that the food helps me feel better. I usually feel good in the mornings until about 10:30, so even if it takes a while for my morning sickness to completely dissipate, I do have the morning. I usually take advantage of that time to catch up on the house work I was too sick to conquer the night before. But, I am determined to move my body more so that even when the pounds do begin to mount, I will at least know that under it all, I am strong. Dishes be damned.
Also, when I step on the scale at my appointments, I will close my eyes.