Hi everyone!! Hope you’re all doing great. I have so many thoughts but not enough time to express them all. So, I’ll have to spread them out through a few posts.
In recent weeks, my baby bump has grown to the point where it can no longer be hidden. I’m not trying to hide it, but I have noticed I get asked the same questions by different people. Here are the 2 questions I’ve been bombarded with:
- How are you feeling?
- Do you know what you’re having yet?
I typically answer that I’m fine and/or good. I tell people we’re having a boy and that’s about it. The questions don’t bother me, I think I’m just surprised at the number of times I repeat myself.
Anyways! When I saw the doctor after my screening tests were complete, he explained the results and that I was low risk, not no risk. I don’t know why, but that stuck with me. It made total sense to me. I was very grateful to be low risk because prior to being pregnant, I assumed I would be high risk. With all the things my husband & I went through to try to become pregnant, I figured being pregnant would be difficult for me, especially with my thyroid. I recognize that anything can happen during pregnancy. Everyone I know desires for their baby to be healthy. Unfortunately, that doesn’t always happen. During this pregnancy I have tried to keep my excitement realistic and somewhat controlled. Yes, I’m excited and taking it day by day.
As promised, I’m going to tackle the topic of weight gain. Well, I’ll do what I can. Lol. When my husband & I first met with the doctor, we were informed about A LOT of stuff. One of those things was weight gain. Based on my height and pre-pregnancy weight, the doctor told us that he would expect me to gain 25-30 lbs during pregnancy. Seriously?
My initial reaction was, “he can’t be serious!” Of course, I didn’t express that out loud, just to myself. I kindly nodded in agreement but in fact, it was quite crazy to me. I knew the weight gain was for a good purpose but the number seemed so absurd. I quickly added it in my head and yikes! I’ve never weighed that much, ever! To top it off, I would weigh more than my husband toward the end. At the time, I just couldn’t imagine that. Oh dear!
I was almost 3 months when first saw the doctor. He explained the break down of the weight gain. I was to see him monthly for the 1st & 2nd trimesters, bimonthly in the 3rd trimester, and weekly for the last month. So, with that, he went through the expected weight gain at each trimester. In the 2nd trimester, he recommended I gain 2-4 lb every month or 1/2 lb – 1 lb per week. In the 3rd trimester, he recommended I gain 1 lb per week. It was all so overwhelming at the time. Now, not so much.
1st trimester – I gained 5 lb (ended in January)
2nd trimester – I’ve gained 9 lb so far. (ends soon) I gained 3 pounds in March and 6 pounds in April. At my last appointment, when I got on the scale, the nurse said, “Wow, you gained a lot this month.” As you can imagine, that just made me feel so great! Lol. I restrained myself from saying something, like shut up. When we met with the doctor, he said, “just because you’re hungry doesn’t mean the baby is hungry.” OK, I get it! I understood that to be his way of telling me that I gained too much this month. He added how it could change my overall weight gain and that I would still be in the 25-30lb range. I suppose that made me feel a little better. But really, it was quite the downer. I knew I was stewing over it because I kept bringing it up to my husband. I decided no more M&M ice cream sandwiches and more water at work instead of a snack. Lol. So far, it’s been good.
Just as a side note, my husband & I have been married for 8 years. We’ve never owned a scale until now! Lol. Now I can keep track of my weight gain as often as I want…which is not that often. Lol.
I think that’s it for weight gain right now. I’m sure I can talk about it again in the next few months.
In my next posts, I have a few different topics I’d like to talk about…gestational diabetes testing, birthing class, & breast pump.
Next post: Gestational Diabetes Testing