Something very strange is going on with this pregnancy. Just when I had given myself over to the fact that I would top out around 200 pounds in all my gestational glory, I’m still only hovering at 160. I know for you skinny minnies out there that have never had a hungry fetus growing in your belly, 160 is the equivalent of 500 pounds, but for a pregnant chick like me, who during my last pregnancy tipped the scales at 187 (a mere 13 pounds away from being a double deucer), 160 is practically a featherweight.
I just don’t get it. I had a doctor’s appointment today and since my last weigh in over a month ago, I had only packed on ONE POUND. Last pregnancy, I was practically gaining one pound every two days. Literally. And the thing is, I feel like I’m eating more this time. For christ-sake, I bought SALAMI the other day at Giant. Salami! The last time I ate a salami sandwich I was nine, but it looked good at the deli counter so I thought, what the hell?
It’s not like I look small either. Which makes me wonder, if I look big this time, how enormous did I appear last time when I was up in the 170s by this point in my pregnancy? That’s a scary thought.
Oh well. It’s not like I’m complaining about my slower paced weight gain this time. It just baffles me. However, I have to realize, I still have just over two months to go, so 187 (even 200) could still be a reality. Until then, bring on the salami!