You know what I hate?

Everything surrounding weight gain and pregnancy.  I hate the actual weight gain.  I hate hearing about other people’s weight gain.  I hate telling them mine.  I hate the scale at the doctor’s office.  I hate that I hate gaining weight when I know that it’s necessary to GROW a healthy child.  I hate that I feel guilty about it.  I hate hearing someone say they’ve only gained 1 pound in two trimesters when I’ve already gained at least 11 and that was as of 16 weeks.  I really hate when people say they’ve LOST weight.  What?!  How does that work? (I know that’s morning sickness, but losing 20 lbs by 20 weeks?  Good God!  Have you puked the baby out?)  I hate when people complain of gaining 10 lbs in 20 weeks when I would be doing cartwheels over that. I hate hearing horror stories from other women who put on 60 lbs and were only able to take off 30 of them before the next kid.  I hate hearing of women who put on 60 lbs and lost 70 of them within three months of popping the kid out.  I hate being told not to worry, that breastfeeding will burn it all off.  I hate hearing that even after I lose all the weight my body will never be the same, I will be flabby and never fit in my old jeans again.

I just hate it all…

/vent.

P.S.  – I do not mean that I HATE the women who say these things or have gone through these things.  I get that it’s all totally natural…and so is my hatred.

19 weeks

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