I do not write this because I want a lecture (JOSH). I'm just expressing my frustration.
I worked my butt off to lose 50 lbs. It took 9 looooong months. It took saying no, to food I wanted to eat. It took eating less of food I did eat. It took hours and hours of sweating on the track or at the gym. It was slow and it was hard. But, I did it. And I was proud of myself.
I know that I have to gain weight for this pregnancy. I know this. I'm not...I REPEAT: I'm NOT still trying to lose weight. But, I am having a really hard time watching the scale go back up. My common sense is aware that this is going to happen. And it's aware that it's a good thing. But, with that said, it's really hard to watch the numbers go in any direction, but down.
I could hide my scale. But, I'm afraid that if I'm not at least aware of where I am, I'll go waaaaay overboard. I've gained 60+ lbs. with a pregnancy before...I'm sure I could do it again.
My pants are starting - just barely -but starting nonetheless, to get tighter. I've only gained about 3 lbs and at 14 weeks along, I'm okay with that. But dang it...I just got into this size! I don't want to give it up already!
There. My grumblings for the day. I'm done.
On a happy note, my next appointment is in 2 weeks.
The appointment after that? That is the infamous "20 Week Appointment/Ultrasound" *said in a loud, booming voice*. I can't wait to find out if we're having a Sydney or a Paul. Let the countdown begin!