When I went to my doctor’s appointment yesterday, I discovered that I’d lost two more pounds. The midwife was like, “Have you been sick? Are you eating?”
Which, as an overweight person, was absolutely HILARIOUS to hear! No one ever asks me that question!
So that means I’m back to the weight I was when I conceived, and my total gain is a big, fat zero. (I’d lost five pounds from morning sickness, then regained it, and over the past month or so have lost it again.)
I’m eating when I’m hungry, stopping when I’ve had enough, making healthy choices most of the time, but giving in to cravings when they hit. The baby is perfect, actually measuring one week ahead on ultrasound. So I don’t see that it’s an issue.
I gained 25 pounds in my first pregnancy, and a whopping 60 the second—so I’m glad if I don’t pick up anything extra to lose this time around. I have PCOS and ordinarily it is SO hard to lose even a pound because of how it screws everything up. So as long as the baby looks good, I am thinking it is waaaay cool to not gain anything.