Rollin' With the Fatness
It has officially happened: 25 weeks and some change - just shy of the third trimester - and the pregnancy fatness has set in. I swear, it goes like this every time. I literally seem to wake up one morning with an extra chin, arms the size of thighs, and a newly voluptuous set of boobs ... on my back.
As you know (if you've heard me repeatedly whine about it), I gain excessive and ridiculous amounts of pregnancy weight - 80 and 90 pounds, respectively. This time, I have been determined to keep it off, so I've been working out regularly for at least 40 minutes at a time. Granted, it's on my Wii Fit - it's not like I'm running marathons - but still. I get all sweaty and gross so it ought to count for something, right? Anyway, I've been proud of my efforts. Even Curtis has commented that I'm not as "big" (meaning heinously, lard-assedly obese) this time around.
I knew it was coming, though. Last time I went to the OB/GYN, the nurse came in to take my blood pressure. "Oops," she chirped after laying eyes on me. "Just let me go get a different cuff."
A.K.A. the "fat girl" cuff, for ... plumper arms. She didn't outright say it, but she didn't have to: I was picking up what she was laying down.
Some girls still look good with some extra poundage. But I'm not one of those; I can't pull it off. I'm shaped somewhat like this:
Only, you know, with arms and legs. And a few chins and stuff.
I've got approximately 14 weeks to go. Even at the rate of just one pound a week, that means 14 more pounds, at an absolute minimum. Only about six more of those will be contributed to the baby boy I'm incubating. So where will the rest go? I can't wait to find out. Oh joy.
As you know (if you've heard me repeatedly whine about it), I gain excessive and ridiculous amounts of pregnancy weight - 80 and 90 pounds, respectively. This time, I have been determined to keep it off, so I've been working out regularly for at least 40 minutes at a time. Granted, it's on my Wii Fit - it's not like I'm running marathons - but still. I get all sweaty and gross so it ought to count for something, right? Anyway, I've been proud of my efforts. Even Curtis has commented that I'm not as "big" (meaning heinously, lard-assedly obese) this time around.
I knew it was coming, though. Last time I went to the OB/GYN, the nurse came in to take my blood pressure. "Oops," she chirped after laying eyes on me. "Just let me go get a different cuff."
A.K.A. the "fat girl" cuff, for ... plumper arms. She didn't outright say it, but she didn't have to: I was picking up what she was laying down.
Some girls still look good with some extra poundage. But I'm not one of those; I can't pull it off. I'm shaped somewhat like this:
Only, you know, with arms and legs. And a few chins and stuff.I've got approximately 14 weeks to go. Even at the rate of just one pound a week, that means 14 more pounds, at an absolute minimum. Only about six more of those will be contributed to the baby boy I'm incubating. So where will the rest go? I can't wait to find out. Oh joy.
I think you've done a great job so far. And besides, I don't know anyone who does a better job of taking off the post-pregnancy poundage!
ReplyDeleteBut you always look awesome after those nine months!
ReplyDeleteThanks! It's always such a challenge to take off all that grossness afterward, but I've managed to do it twice now. It just pains me to think about doing it yet again ... *sigh*
ReplyDeleteYeah I think you are a lot smaller this time around than you were with the other two boys - even though you might not agree. You know after you have Coby you'll lose the weight - you have that drive & determination that I've seemed to misplace.
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