Since I’m seeing “the midwives,” we can get a different midwife each time.  Mostly, this is fine, but last visit I saw one that I didn’t like very much.  She lectured me about “slowing down my weight gain,” but didn’t bother to ask me a thing about my eating habits (because, quite frankly, my worry is that I haven’t been eating enough) and she also didn’t really answer any of the questions I had.

So last visit, I got lectured about slowing down my weight gain, and this was BEFORE I had even gotten weighed that week, revealing I was 7 pounds more than what she originally thought.  I braced myself this week, thinking that with all the (daily) swimming I’ve been doing, maybe I’d not have gained that much.

Nope.  Another 6 pounds.  I’m now at 160.  I think I’ve already gained the amount I thought I’d gain for the entire pregnancy.

*I’m* not all that concerned about it – I’m not a big eater, I munch on vegetables all day and yes, I have an addiction to cupcakes but we’re talking a cupcake a week.  That’s negligible.  I’ve also done yoga & now swim every single day.  Luckily, today’s midwife didn’t say a word to me about my weight because my response would have been that the only other option for me, then, would be to eat even less & start losing weight – which we all know is a bad idea.

I had a dream, a few weeks ago, where I went to the doctor and weighed in at 170 and I woke up thinking, “Yeesh.  170.”  That’s like… a 40 pound weight gain.  But seeing as Nugget doesn’t even weigh 2 pounds yet, and I’m at 160, I’d say 170, here I come!

I’d care if I looked like I weighed that much and felt really out of shape.  But honestly, Chris & I can’t figure out where all the weight is.  (I say Nugget has a really big, heavy brain.)  Nor have I experienced any of the negative aspects of pregnancy thus far – I seem to be in optimum health, nothing hurts (except my hips sometimes, when I sleep, but that happened even before pregnancy), I’m not dizzy, I’m a fanatic about eating organic & natural, my blood pressure is perfect, I don’t even get heartburn enough to speak about it.   Especially now that I’ve been swimming, I feel in better shape than I’ve ever been.  I even walked up 4 flights of stairs at the hospital today, because there were too many people waiting in line for the elevator.  And I still wear a size small up top and medium, with room, on the bottom.

So hopefully all the other midwives will determine that it’s pointless to get on my case about weight gain.  I get that it’s not good to gain a ton of weight if you’re out of shape, not eating well, and generally look like you’re packing it on.  That’s certainly not my case, though.