I am probably going to sound like the biggest whiner, I'm just warning you now.
If you read my post about my last appointment... you'll know that I gained a bit too much weight in a 6 week period of time. Traumatic? Yes. However, the reaction of my doctor really seemed to tip the scales on my emotions. I think I cried ALL day that day.
Since that appointment, I have been trying to eat healthier and make better choices. I have cut back BIG time on the carbs and other things that helped to not flare up my heartburn. I have made a point to eat more fruits and veggies, whole grains, chicken. Not to say that I haven't had a cookie here or there, I have to stay sane people! I have also absolutely stressed out about my next appointment... which happened to be this morning.
Before I left for the appointment, I literally ate a piece of toast, went to the bathroom a million times... and then when I got to the scale at the office... made sure my sweater and shoes were off. I didn't want any extra weight on that scale!!! Last weight: 166.5.... this weight: 165.75. I lost, what... 3/4 of a lb. in 4 weeks?? I was definitely happy about that.
So, I'm in the exam room.. and the nurse lady hands me this paper. 1800 Calorie Diet Sheet. She asks me if I'm supposed to have it. Ummmm... HOW SHOULD I KNOW? It was in my file, so I guess I'm supposed to have it(?). You.tell.me. So she left and I had that single sheet as reading material for the HOUR wait until the doctor came in.
It was the guy doctor this time... really nice... talks a little too fast for me though. It's like his brain is on warp-speed. Hard to keep up with sometimes.
Well, he did the usual measuring, checking the heart beat... then we went into his office and he talked to me about the Diabetes Screening thing I have to do next week. So I decided to ask him about the "diet sheet" while I was there and had his attention. Was there a reason they had given it to me? Is my weight gain bad?
He started going over all of my paperwork and talking fast, trying to add up mathematical figures on how much I'd gained, how many calories I should be eating... and he asked me how tall I am.
How much did I weigh when I started out? 153
He then proceeded to tell me that for my height, I should be around 115-120 lbs normally (ha! I bypassed that going into the 6th grade!)... and that because I was overweight to begin with, I should really only gain about 20 lbs total during pregnancy.
This is where I started to swallow a lot... you know, holding back the tears.
I have already gained 12 lbs... so I should only gain about 8 lbs more MAX. But the way he said it was, "Since you've already gained the majority of your weight, you should only gain 8 lbs in the last 3 months. And you know, the last trimester is when you should gain MOST of your weight."
I must add that he said that I am doing good... and that he is the "weight police" so he'd really let me have it if he thought I was out of control.... but MAN oh MAN! Talk about messing with someone's psyche!!! Who likes to go every 2-4 weeks and hear about their weight?? It's rather deflating! I mean, I obviously knew I'd gain weight with pregnancy... but I didn't expect to have that little dig about my previous weight tossed into the mix.
I know that all I can do is try to be as healthy as possible... but I guess, since I'm so sensitive, I feel like every mention of my weight - before, during, or after pregnancy - is tearing me down! Does this happen to everyone? I mean, do I really have the weight gestapo OBGYN or what? Tell me I'm not crazy!!!! I sure have been feeling like it lately......
In other news... Cory decided he didn't like the girl name we (ok, I) had picked out... back to square one... but I may still try to sway his opinion!!!