We're in the home stretch of my seemingly neverending pregnancy, and I feel every bit of it. Especially all that wriggling around in my belly. It is so weird to see your child shifting and moving and squirming while inside your body. There's just nothing else like it, except in alien movies.
But guess what? The scale has been kind to me this week. And for that, I am sooo grateful.
Jay (currently on a "break")
Starting weight: 301 pounds
Current weight: ??? pounds
Pounds lost this week: ? pounds
Total pounds lost: ? pounds
Susan
Starting weight: 238 pounds
Current weight: 205.5 pounds
Pounds lost this week: 2 pounds
Total pounds lost: 32.5 pounds
Yeah, that's right. I LOST 2 lbs! Baby boy is steadily gaining though, according to my ultrasounds (which I have to get weekly because of my chronic hypertension). Maybe it's all the crazy nesting I've been doing. For instance, today I steam-cleaned our upstairs carpeting. That surely burned some calories. Each day, I try to knock more tasks off my "before baby arrives" to-do list.
People tell me I look good and the pregnancy weight gain is all in my belly. My doctors always say "Your weight looks good" each week when I go in for a checkup. (They also say my pee looks good -- how often do you hear that?) I take every compliment as a blessing and focus on the moment as much as I can.
Also, I am making plans in my head for after the baby arrives -- how I'll be able to get in workouts, cut out the ice cream (boo hoo) and get back on track to being Mrs. Get Fit. Maybe I can even haul Mr. along for the ride? As always, I'll keep you posted.
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Rock on! For me it wasn't the lack of exercise after baby #2 came, it was the stress eating. Not sure if you are the same way, or what your work plans are, but I made the STUPID mistake of signing contracts for two books that were due about 8 months after his birth. I also felt some urge to speak at a professional conference right after thanksgiving when he was about 8 weeks old. I would be up all night with him, try to get some work done during the day while he was home with me (and fail) then wind up using the only hours left for sleep to try to meet my deadlines and prepare for the conference. If I could do it all again, I would have found some other way to make ends meet, or just plain given up on working during the day and just soothed his royal fussy and slept when he did- then hammer hard at night. It would have still sucked but at least I'd get 1 hour sleep instead of 20 minutes. And I probably would have backed off the M+M pound bags that I used to medicate myself.
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