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)