I had an OB appointment on Thursday….and didn’t get the best news. I mean, overall things are fine–perfectly fine. The babies are great and moving all around and my blood pressure is fine and I feel awesome.
But I was told I’d gained too much weight this past month. And I had to be really careful not to let that happen again. And no, she didn’t exactly call me fat, but that’s what I heard.
Because I came into this game on the side of underweight and it had been suggested that my body might not even be able to support a pregnancy because I was so thin–this was a big blow to me.
Now that I feel like ‘me’ again, I thought I’d been doing all the right things in this 2nd trimester–I eat well, I exercise, I try to drink a gallon of water a day. With the exception of two very abnormal McD’s breakfast sandwiches, I have not had any food from a single fast food restaurant, I don’t drink soda, I don’t eat processed fake foods from cans or boxes or have ingredients I cannot pronounce.
I thought I was doing the right thing by packing on the weight and getting over my fear of just that–gaining weight. And now I’m feeling like shit about myself. Because I gained 10 pounds this past month. Oops.
But if I’m really honest with myself, this is no one’s fault but my own, right? I have had a sweet tooth in the 2nd trimester that was not present in the 1st. And because I kept telling myself ‘the babies need the extra calories’ I allowed myself to indulge in those sugar-filled cravings. My energy level has gone up to ‘normal’ and I’m enjoying being in the kitchen again. And baking.
Lord, I have been a bakin’. I have made blueberry muffins and chocolate chip cookies and banana muffins and apple bread pudding. And while I have given most of my baked good away to friends, I have also sampled each and every one of them quite a bit. Now, I tried to make myself feel better by making the muffins with bran, whole wheat flour, yogurt and for god’s sake they have FRUIT in them!! But yeah, still a fair amount of sugar and overall heavy hitters on the carb content.
And if I was really honest with myself about the exercise part, well, it’s easy to gloss over that as well. I do go swimming and I do prenatal yoga and I do go walking and I do prenatal pilates…but how much and how often? I don’t really know. I should have a schedule and I don’t. I know I don’t do these things quite as often as my head (ego?) likes to think I do. I know I exercise every week a fair share–but clearly some of my exercise time has probably been spent on the couch watching reruns of Wife S.wap while eating muffins and drinking a glass of milk.
Not the worst thing ever…BUT.
Sigh. So that’s where I am. I was advised to gain 40–45 pounds at the most and I’m about halfway through this pregnancy and I’ve gained 1/2 that. Now, if you look at it that way I’m doing alright. BUT, if I continue to gain at a rate of 10 lbs at month, well then I’m a wee bit fucked and you’ll be gawking at belly photos of me and my lardy lumps.
So, I have strict orders of gaining 4 lbs a month from here on out. And that’s what I’m going to try to do.
On to my naughty placenta before you stop reading because this post is so freaking long. It seems I have ‘marginal placenta previa’. This is where your placenta is marginally covering the cervix. It’s not a good thing and can lead to bleeding and premature labor amongst other things.
Now, almost 50% of pregnant women have this somewhere along the 2nd trimester and the placenta moves up by itself later in the pregnancy. It’s almost more common in twin/multiple pregnancies. I am trying not to worry about it too much at this point, but of course you know I came home and googled the shit out of it and freaked myself the fuck out. It seems that most women diagnosed with ‘marginal’ were given a set of restrictions including: no sex, no exercise, no orgasms (argh!), no lifting.
Well, hello?? It would’ve been nice to discuss this in further detail with me, no? I called the nurse’s line and they confirmed no restrictions….but I just don’t know. My gut tells me I might need to look for another OBGYN. I like where I am….but I’m not sure I’m getting the most specialized treatment for my twin pregnancy and I always feel like they are walking out of the door as they are telling me stuff. It’s like the fastest one night stand ever and I didn’t even have a good time.