I can't be the first first-time prego to step on a scale in utter disbelief of the number that lies before her... I just know I can't be. I literally cringe every time I walk past that scale, muchless remind myself that its my duty to keep track of how quickly that number grows. As I have come to accept more and more that skinny is not "in" when growing a baby in your belly- I still find it hard to not be a little bit pleased with myself when the number hasn't changed in a few days. Nonetheless, I know it is absolutely imperative that I gain an ample amount of weight to support my growing son and to support my body for the "big push" that looms in the not too distant future.
It amazes me that being pregnant just quickly removes all need for being "skinny." That truly, a scrawny, bony looking momma is not really a healthy one.
Don't get me wrong, I am by no means using this as an excuse to stuff my face with tons of junk food, but I have certainly given up my strive for "skinny."
I reached my "goal" that I stressed and worried about a blissful 4 weeks before my wedding and was soooo happy to weigh in 2lbs even less than that in time for my nuptials. I loved it! Was finally confident in everything I wore, no longer loathed the person staring back at me.. it was great! For about a month. Lo' and behold and a short 4 weeks later, 2 honeymoons under our belts, and finally married- I was about 4 lbs heavier. No biggie, right? Just get back into my running and eating like a champ regimen. Only.. it was too late. There was already a wee lil man growing in my belly. And he was not willing to give up extra sleep time for a run, he liked the idea of morning sickness and nausea rather than healthy eating. It's funny, ya know? And now, here I am a day away from being 21 weeks pregnant and a healthy 13 lbs heavier. I just find it so ironic that I finally reached that far off distant goal of being the skinny lil lady I longed to be and then SURPRRIIIIISE - there's a baby thats gonna stretch your belly and make you gain 25-25 lbs over the next 9 months! Haha.
Time to suck it up and start to love the look of my more-so "rounded" shape. The skinny me will be back in no-time, right? Just a good blend of breastfeeding, mommy exercise, and the staple for any fail-proof get-skinny plan, a healthy but reasonable (treats allowed, duh) diet.
Lord, give me the grace and confidence to believe this, see it through and NOT be overwhelmed by the number I see on the scale. Amen.
In other prego news, I thought people were kidding when they said their minds sorta get jumbled when they're pregnant. I thought for sure, it had to just be an excuse for the usually always forgetful people to somehow blame their downfalls on their unborn child.
Well, I for one, have never claimed to be the most well put together person in the world. Nor have I ever claimed to be the best organized, clear-minded, or anything of the sort. I know I am sometimes clumsy, forgetful and just plain stupid. (I'm only human, right?!) But this, THIS is a whole new level of duuuurrrrrrrr...... I have truly never felt this out of it in my life. Simple little things at work were my first clues.. Like forgetting to let the proper people know that their packages had arrived and spacing on the phone extension for people that I call on a daily basis. It't been a bit frightening just how much my brain has turned to mush.. But last night.. Last night was the epiphany of pregnancy brain..
Nic and I started watching a movie after he got home from rugby practice and of course, I fell asleep on his shoulder. Sometime around midnight when the movie was nearly over, I woke up and decided to get ready for bed. I took out my contacts and brushed my teeth. The usual. However, this morning when I was getting ready I could not find my contacts in their usual place. I was baffled and to be honest a little bit frustrated. I could not understand what happened to them! I wracking my brain, trying to think of all the possibilities.. Maybe Nic had placed them somewhere, maybe Banjo somehow got up on the counter and made the case her new toy.. I just knew it could not have been my doing. I always put the case in the same place! So I had to deal with wearing glasses to work today.
After returning home from work this afternoon, still curious about the wherabouts of my contacts, my hubby swooped in to save the day. He found them within a few short minutes of my asking him to help me find them. Where did they turn up, you ask? In the cabinet, UNDER the counter in our bathroom. Better yet, inside the medicine tub that I had out last night in a late-night Tums raid.
I rest my case. Pregnancy brain is not a joke. Pregnancy brain is a real thing and it can affect any one of us pregos. And once again, God has a a wonderful sense of humor.
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