I had another OB check-up today. Blood pressure is good, baby's heart rate is good and my belly is measuring right on target. So, that's all good news.
The results of my glucose tolerance test came in. I registered on the high end of normal, but I don't care because I. AM. NORMAL. I am more than happy to moderate my intake of white flour and refined sugar as long as I am not at risk of having a ginormous baby or getting the diabeetus.
In fact, I am so overjoyed that I am going to embarrass myself and share my dirty little secret with you. deep breath Here it goes:
Before I got pregnant my weight had topped out at 186 pounds. Total lard ass, I know. I was doing something about it, and with the help of the nice ladies at my Weight Watchers meetings I had gotten down to 175. I still had a long way to go, but, baby steps.
The reason I am telling you that is because today at my OB's office I weighed in at 184 pounds. That's right. I'm almost 29 weeks pregnant, I have a sizable belly, and I'M STILL SKINNIER THAN I WAS LAST SUMMER. Gahd. How depressing is that?
Now, as you may remember I actually lost weight during my first trimester - getting down to 162 pounds - due to the very scientific reason of "hmm, that's odd." So, I'm tempted to say my pre-preg weight is 162 (to make myself feel less fat) but the charts don't lie, and they know I started at 175.
Hopefully, since my body got so darn efficient in the first 13 weeks, I will be able to shed my baby weight and then some while I'm nursing.