… My body, that is.
Up until this morning, I had been feeling really good about myself, patting myself on the back for gaining weight throughout this pregnancy at such a slow and steady rate — from my first appointment through my 20-week appointment, I gained only 3 pounds.
I was feeling quite proud that although my belly gets more and more inflated every day, my butt was not expanding at all (as evidenced by the fact that I can still pull on my pre-pregnancy jeans — of course, I cannot button them, but that is the baby’s fault, not mine). I reveled in the fact that although I am obviously pregnant from the side and front, my rear view has heretofore remained unchanged.
All of this self-satisfaction was knocked out of me at this morning’s OB appointment. Although I ate basically the same breakfast I always do, wore the same light-weight clothes and the same ballet flats, when I stepped on the scale, the number was oh-so-much higher than anticipated. Shocked, I did what any reasonable woman would do and convinced myself that it was an error, that the scale was wrong.
You see, normally the nurse checks my weight on a digital scale, but this morning, she checked it on one of those government-issue manual scales (you know, the kind you find in school nurses’ offices all over the country). So, I politely asked the nurse if she would mind going with me to the other side of the office and checking my weight on the other, kinder, scale.
BIG mistake, since I weighed half-a-pound more on that bastard digital scale than I did on that antiquity from the other side of the office! At that point I was forced to face the cold-hard truth: I had somehow managed to gain 9 pounds in four weeks! And, I know that is not all baby, since he only gained a pound during the same time span.
The doctor tried to tell me that I was still on track for a healthy total weight gain, that every woman has one appointment where she shows a big jump in weight and this was apparently mine. But, I know the truth — that with Thanksgiving and Christmas right around the corner, this is the beginning of the end.
Soon, I will look pregnant from any angle.