Remember what I said about not being worried about gaining weight?
That's all well and good until you step on the scale, and it says something like "164.4."
That's nine pounds in a month, according to my calculations. My midwife did not say anything; she says I am doing "terrific." Pete told me not to worry; he says I look great. He has to say that. I know I should not worry about it, but isn't 75% of our time devoted to worrying about our weight? It's hard to get into the mindset that a certain amount of weight gain is GOOD in this case.
It has been a very ice-creamy month...
No comments:
Post a Comment