Pregnancy Stories - Pregnancy and Weight Gain
by Tara from FuzzyNotions.wordpress.com
When I found out I was pregnant with River it was quite a surprise. It wasn't that I didn't want to be pregnant, I did! But more because I didn't expect to get pregnant within a month and half after stopping birth control pills.
I had expected it to take a while to regain my fertility after being on the
for almost 4 years. So when I decided to stop taking it mid-October I anticipated
getting pregnant in 6 months to a year. I thought I would have a little time
to adjust myself to the idea of being pregnant.
When the nausea and fatigue started sneaking up on me in late December I just attributed it stress from the holiday season and thought that I might have some sort of virus. About mid-January when I was still feeling like dog shit everyday I thought something must be wrong. I hadn't had a period (other than slight spotting mid-November) so I planned on calling and making an appointment with my OB/Gyn because I thought something was wrong with my cycle.
I thought I better just take a pregnancy test before I called because I figured the first question they would ask was whether I was pregnant and I wanted to be able to give them a firm no. So I bought a pregnancy test while I was on my lunch at work. When I got back to the office I went into the bathroom and peed on the stick. When I saw two lines I about fainted.
So after about 5 other pregnancy tests (just to make sure!) I called my OB/Gyn for a whole different reason. I went in about a week later for my first appointment where I was told I was about 8 weeks pregnant. My doctor was a little brusque and out of the blue informed that if I were for some reason to start miscarrying there was nothing he could and to just wait it out.
From that point on my life changed. I became a nervous wreck. I worried about anything and everything involving that baby that was growing inside my belly. I started off worrying because they didn't find a heartbeat with the doppler which progressed to me worrying about miscarrying. Once they found River's wondrous little heartbeat I felt better for awhile.
Then I started reading different articles on the internet (vicious internet). The articles filled my head with worst case scenarios and dread. I chased my tail in a circle of worry. I went from worrying about miscarriage, to premature labor and then finally to still birth.
What all of this anxiety and worry added up to was a very crazy, very hormonal pregnant woman. So I ate. And I ate. And I ate. Looking back on it now I realize the eating was the only thing that took my mind off the (completely unwarranted) worrying. I was pretty much medicating myself with food.
I ate cereal by the boxful, ice cream by the carton and chips by the bag. Before I was pregnant I was good about eating my fruits and vegetables but by my 20th week of pregnancy I was eschewing broccoli for a load baked potato and fruit for bagels and donuts. When I was at a restaurant if there were strawberries on top my pancakes, oh no that certainly wouldn't do; I needed extra butter and maple syrup please and thank you. I loved food like well, a fat kid loves cake.
I started out the pregnancy weighing in at 145 and ended up weighing 215 pounds the week that I delivered River. So let's see here, that adds up to a 70 pound weight gain. WOW, that is a lot of weight to gain, but I enjoyed every bite.
I delivered River (I was induced) at 39 weeks gestation. I had a very long labor, 19 hours total with 3 hours of pushing, but was able to deliver vaginally with the help of a vacuum. He was born August 16, 2006 weighing in at 7 lbs. 14 oz. and was 19.5" long. I was ecstatic. All that anxiety that I carried around with me my entire pregnancy was gone the minute I pushed (or pulled) River out. It vanished into thin air and was replaced with the deepest, most instinctive primal love I have ever known.
After it was all said and done I was left with a precious baby boy and an extra 35 pounds. Thankfully I didn't suffer from postpartum depression. I was the complete opposite of depressed; I had never been happier in my life. Breastfeeding was hard at first (but that is a whole different story) and I felt fat. Both of those things worked out in the end though. I'm still breastfeeding and I am back at my pre-pregnancy weight of 145 pounds. It has been a long arduous journey to get where I am at now but I couldn't be happier! Life is good.
Visit Tara's blog, FuzzyNotions.wordpress.com, to read more Musings on Life and Motherhood!
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