I knew going into this pregnancy that the issue I was going to have the toughest time dealing with was how much weight I was going to gain, how big I was going to get, and how in the world I was going to take off the weight post baby.
Things were going really well, at first. By week 14 I had only gained three pounds. The doctor had said, if done right, I should only need to gain about 30 pounds. Great! 30 pounds I can work with. 30 pounds is not going to make me look like a whale. 30 pounds is doable to lose post-pregnancy.
I'm roughly 22 weeks pregnant and the pounds have been packing on the last 8 weeks. I've gone from 3 pounds gain to about 18 pounds gained. The hope of only gaining 30 pounds is totally out the window. Now, I was warned by several of my athlete friends that I was going to gain a lot of weight - like 50-60 pounds. Good gosh, I hope it's not that much! I'm still hoping to stay as close to 30 pounds as possible. I'm trying my best - I'm still working out 5 days a week and I'm eating reasonably. I eat a lot of food that's totally not good for you, but I'm not pigging out either. If you see me now, it's quite obvious I'm pregnant (and I had the first random stranger ask me this week when my baby was due - of course, I was in my swimsuit). But, I'm still looking pretty small for how far along I am plus my belly is starting to get round - all baby. (Picture to come on Thursday.)
It's hard to pep-talk everyday and know that I'm doing alright. I've never been this size; I've never been this weight. Moving the weights on the scale freaks me out every time I do it. I know that after the baby is born, if I breast feed, go back to running, and eat better (ha!) that I will be able to lose the weight. I know that I HAVE to gain this weight to have a healthy baby. I know, I know, I know. I just want to know that everything is normal and that everything (my body) will return to normal.