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.
I was amused one time I had a stomach problem where when I ate I was getting sick and had a doctor ask if I was bulimic ( sorry cant spell) I told him if I was I was not good at it. I was just told last week I has PCOS. I had never heard of it until then.
Oh Shannon, that’s hilarious! Have you ever seen those plus-sized t-shirts that say “I beat anorexia”? Cracks me up every time! Yeah, lots of people haven’t heard of PCOS. I was diagnosed years ago, when trying to get pregnant with Zachary. On the one hand, it’s a relief to know there’s a medical reason it’s so dang hard to lose weight, but on the other, it’s depressing that you have to deal with the disease. Email me if you ever want to talk about it!