This is particularly strange because--as many of you know--I am obsessive about weighing myself. I’m not obsessed with my weight, or with dieting, or with exercise--I just have to weigh myself every morning.
So, naturally, day by day, I am aware of how much weight I gain or lose, especially during pregnancy.
Before we left for California, I was 11 weeks pregnant and had gained exactly 5 pounds--so I knew that if I didn’t gain any weight on our vacation, I would be right on track (which really is saying something after my stint with bedrest and dill pickle chips). Some books say to gain 3-5 pounds during the first trimester, and others say 2-4, but the books that say 3-5 were definitely published by more reputable companies and written by more authoritative authors.
Anyway, whether it was all the walking at Disneyland or the staying up all night with sick children—or my own 24 hours with the stomach flu—I came back weighing exactly the same as when I left.
Then the trouble began. Let’s say my weight was 220 when we arrived home, and this stayed the same for a few days. Then on Monday morning when I got up, I weighed 223. Gaining three pounds in one day is definitely within the realm of possibility (especially since the day before was spent at my mom and dad’s house with a birthday cake for Amanda, etc.), but I was shocked. This morning I stepped on the scale hoping to see it back to 220 or even 221, but no—I was up another 4 pounds to 227.
Is it possible to gain 7 pounds in two days? Is this baby growing at an unprecedented rate? Have the dill pickle chips finally caught up with me--now that I’m about to turn . . . let’s say . . . 27 (since I’m changing all the numbers anyway)—maybe I’m going to have to start being more careful?
Can I just assume our scale is broken? Somebody please, back me up here!
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I'm sure the scale is broken, need I say anymore!
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