Weight-listed

I had a doctor’s appointment this past Thursday. It’s the one where you have to drink the nasty sugar drink, wait an hour and then have your blood drawn to see if you have diabetes. I suspect that I do have some blood sugar issues (since I’ve had more than a few episodes of hypoglycemia both pre-pregnancy and recently…one of which involved me passing out backstage at the graduation ceremony last month), so, needless to say, I’m a little nervous about the test results.

Honestly, I’m not sure how the test would tell me anything about LOW blood sugar, since your blood sugar is higher after drinking that god-awful orange syrup.

Anyway, I mentioned that I’d had some bouts of light-headedness, shortness of breath and palpitations to my doctor. She said that she’d run a test for anemia since I was already having blood drawn. She also said that I should eat more…and more frequently.

This is not news.

People have been telling me for my whole life that I need to eat more. As if I don’t eat.

Um…I eat. Trust me.

I love eating!

I’ve just always been small. Even when I was pregnant with Leila, I only gained about 26 pounds total. And that was eating everything I could, and drinking at least 1 high-protein Boost every day. She was born full-term, 7 lbs. 4 ounces.  I can make a full-sized baby. Thank you very much.

With this pregnancy, I’m on the weight-list as well.  I’m not complaining.  Trust me, I realize that many struggle to keep weight off. But telling me that people “wish they had your problem” does not make it any less of an issue for me. It also doesn’t make it okay for you to lift my wrist between your thumb and forefinger and laugh (Yes, this happens) or for a stranger to offer unsolicited suggestions about what I need to do to gain weight.

Lady, I didn’t walk up to you and offer advice about how you can thin those thighs. That’s YOUR business. Not mine.

I celebrate my friends’ fitness accomplishments and remind them that they look FABULOUS just like they are.  I’d appreciate it if folks would do the same for me.

Meanwhile, I’m gonna continue to work every skinny limb I have, and carry my little bump with pride (which you may not touch unless we’re cool like that).

And though she be but little, she is fierce. – Shakespeare

at 25 weeks (6 months)
at 25 weeks (6 months)

 

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#becausebaby

I’m 23 weeks now. (for the not-pregnant, that’s 1 week shy of 6 months)

16 weeks & 2 days to go. Give or take a few.

So, what’s going on with me? Well, that depends on what minute you ask.  I’m blaming my fluctuating moods and cravings and body issues on baby. In fact, I’ve been using the hashtag to explain everything. For example, I don’t even have the patience to write a full blog post today. So here’s a brief rundown of the last few days. #becausebaby

 

June 7th, 2:30 pm

  • I just passed gas while waiting in the checkout line at the Valero in Olive Branch, MS. It came out of nowhere. I am not sorry.

June 8th, 5:00 pm

  • Plane perks = ginger ale, peanuts and pretzel packs. YES!
  • Plane problems = the seatbelt…and people staring at you sympathetically as you wobble down the aisle. Yes, I am pregnant. Look away.

June 9th, 4:00 pm

I just decided that I don’t want to wear pants for the rest of the day. Maybe forever. F**k pants.

June 10th

2:01 pm

  • “Miss. Your little belly is so CUTE!” – precious little 6th grader in my summer camp class. Aww. Bless her heart.

6:02 pm

  • I look like a potato. A potato wearing a shirt.

11:10 pm

  • How do you get heartburn from drinking water?!? UGH. Might as well eat this half a pan of brownies then. Nothing to lose.

heartburn

12:20 am

  • Maya must like brownies. Either that or she is practicing capoeira right now. Maybe it’s both. Probably both.
  • Also…heartburn.

June 12th,

4:15 pm

  • Tomorrow is my birthday! I’ll be 35. That’s not all that old. Right? I look good for 35. I could pass for 25 easy. Except for these gray hairs. But lots of people get gray hair early. So I could totally be a 25 year old with gray hair. But noooo. I’m a 35 year old who can’t drink on her birthday. 😦

7:15 pm

  • Are there any more brownies left?