To those of you who don’t really believe I’m pregnant because at almost 26 weeks along I barely have a belly, bless you.
At my last doctor’s appointment, I discovered I had gained twenty pounds. Already?! I asked the doctor if that was normal, or too much or too little. He said it was a little on the high side (!) but not to worry about it. He was thoroughly unconcerned.
I’m here to tell you that “eating for two” really means “eating everything in sight.”
After a first trimester where most food didn’t appeal to me and I didn’t feel like eating much of anything (except for McDonald’s quarter-pound cheeseburgers and Milky Ways), I’m now at the point where I eat everything. Well, almost â€” I still don’t eat beans. And I still have the weird aversion to my former favorite, Mexican food.
A day at my desk usually consists of yogurt. String cheese. A dish of trail mix. Baby carrots. Fun-size Milky Ways. Fruit snacks. And that’s all before lunch: sometimes a pizza (personal size, I’m not eating that much yet!), sandwich or cheeseburger. Followed by more fruit snacks or Chex mix or granola bars. I do manage to work in between all the eating.
Basically, I’m constantly eating. No wonder I’ve already gained twenty pounds. If I don’t stop eating so much, I’ll end up with a 13-pound newborn that looks like a four month old baby. Which might happen anyway…have you met my husband? (His mother assures me that he was a tiny baby.)