Heavy legs, heavy heart.
There once was a girl from Nantucket...
No, wait. Wrong story.
There once was a beautiful young woman who had fallen pregnant with her second child. With her first pregnancy, she found that though she wanted carbs a little more than usual, she didn't feel like there was a massive change in her appetite. She gained a very reasonable amount of weight and basically felt good about that. She had her baby and, eventually, got back to looking a way she felt comfortable.
She had that pain in the butt gestational diabetes, of course, but that's neither here nor there.
During this, her second pregnancy, one day as she approached her 22nd week, she took a long, hard look in the mirror.
Was she still as lovely as the most delicate, pink rose found in nature? Naturally. Did her baby bump seem to be appropriately adorable? Yes it did.
Did her legs seem to be a little bit heavier?
.
.
.
.
Aw, snap.
She began thinking about the way she'd been eating lately. The pasta. The bread. The desserts. The second and third helpings. The snacks.
Basically, if it was food, she had decided it needed to be crammed into her pie hole.
Mmmm... pie...
She asked her husband for a second opinion.
Now her husband loved her beyond all things in the world (except maybe their child and Gator football, though he told her he loved her even more than the Gators. I mean, he said those words so it's probably true).
With great love comes compassionate honesty. So, with (some) compassion and (lots of) honesty, he said that yes, he thought that maybe her legs looked a little bit heavier.
OKAY THEN, SCREW YOU TOO.
Thank you for your honesty, darling! she said.
With her husband's confirmation of what she observed, she vowed that she would correct her eating habits. Immediately.
Why, you may ask? Several reasons:
1) She really didn't want to gain more weight that was necessary to support a healthy baby and pregnancy because:
a) It's harder to get rid of it than it is to gain it, and
b) She might be a bit vain.
Oh yeah, and
c) healthy baby, yada yada.
2) She knew that if she were to develop gestational diabetes again, she would be forced into cleaning up her diet anyway, so, she told herself, might as well start now.
3) She hoped that perhaps she could prevent having gestational diabetes in the first place. (Of course she knew it didn't always work like that. She ate quite well during her first pregnancy and still got it. Life happens.)
Our beautiful mom-to-be made this vow to herself on a Sunday morning. Several hours later, at a baby shower, she ate two amazing and not-miniature cupcakes piled high with icing that had bits of praline pecans in it.
I think this is the appropriate place to say
After she finished the cupcakes, she RE-vowed to correct her eating habits. Immediately.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday she did so well! Salads. Healthy proteins. Veggies and fruit. Low carb lunches and dinners. Taking it easy on the snacks.
Perhaps on Thursday, however, she ate two meals worth of food at once as lunch and felt disgustingly full afterwards. Maybe. I mean, only one of those dishes was a leftover stir fry/noodle dish from at least 6 days prior, but it passed the smell test. The other dish was spaghetti squash, which is very healthy. As are the butter, parmesan cheese, and pasta sauce it was doused in.
And then, maybe she RE-RE-vowed to correct her eating habits. Immediately.
I can't yet tell you how this story will end. Maybe in another 18 or so weeks I'll have some further insights. Until then, know this:
When asked what kind of weird cravings she might be having, she began to reply that she didn't have any weird cravings, but she did crave carb-y things more than usual... At this point her loving, compassionate, honest husband broke in and finished answering for her: "All of it. She'll eat anything."
OKAY THEN, SCREW YOU TOO.
Thanks for your honesty, darling!, she said.
Whoever she is, this mystery beauty, she might have a long, diabetes-riffic rest of the pregnancy ahead of her.
Carbs, carbs... NO! PROTEIN AND VEGGIES! to you and yours,
xo
No, wait. Wrong story.
There once was a beautiful young woman who had fallen pregnant with her second child. With her first pregnancy, she found that though she wanted carbs a little more than usual, she didn't feel like there was a massive change in her appetite. She gained a very reasonable amount of weight and basically felt good about that. She had her baby and, eventually, got back to looking a way she felt comfortable.
She had that pain in the butt gestational diabetes, of course, but that's neither here nor there.
During this, her second pregnancy, one day as she approached her 22nd week, she took a long, hard look in the mirror.
Was she still as lovely as the most delicate, pink rose found in nature? Naturally. Did her baby bump seem to be appropriately adorable? Yes it did.
Did her legs seem to be a little bit heavier?
.
.
.
.
Aw, snap.
She began thinking about the way she'd been eating lately. The pasta. The bread. The desserts. The second and third helpings. The snacks.
Basically, if it was food, she had decided it needed to be crammed into her pie hole.
Mmmm... pie...
She asked her husband for a second opinion.
Now her husband loved her beyond all things in the world (except maybe their child and Gator football, though he told her he loved her even more than the Gators. I mean, he said those words so it's probably true).
With great love comes compassionate honesty. So, with (some) compassion and (lots of) honesty, he said that yes, he thought that maybe her legs looked a little bit heavier.
Thank you for your honesty, darling! she said.
With her husband's confirmation of what she observed, she vowed that she would correct her eating habits. Immediately.
Why, you may ask? Several reasons:
1) She really didn't want to gain more weight that was necessary to support a healthy baby and pregnancy because:
a) It's harder to get rid of it than it is to gain it, and
b) She might be a bit vain.
Oh yeah, and
c) healthy baby, yada yada.
2) She knew that if she were to develop gestational diabetes again, she would be forced into cleaning up her diet anyway, so, she told herself, might as well start now.
3) She hoped that perhaps she could prevent having gestational diabetes in the first place. (Of course she knew it didn't always work like that. She ate quite well during her first pregnancy and still got it. Life happens.)
Our beautiful mom-to-be made this vow to herself on a Sunday morning. Several hours later, at a baby shower, she ate two amazing and not-miniature cupcakes piled high with icing that had bits of praline pecans in it.
I think this is the appropriate place to say
#YOLO
After she finished the cupcakes, she RE-vowed to correct her eating habits. Immediately.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday she did so well! Salads. Healthy proteins. Veggies and fruit. Low carb lunches and dinners. Taking it easy on the snacks.
Perhaps on Thursday, however, she ate two meals worth of food at once as lunch and felt disgustingly full afterwards. Maybe. I mean, only one of those dishes was a leftover stir fry/noodle dish from at least 6 days prior, but it passed the smell test. The other dish was spaghetti squash, which is very healthy. As are the butter, parmesan cheese, and pasta sauce it was doused in.
And then, maybe she RE-RE-vowed to correct her eating habits. Immediately.
I can't yet tell you how this story will end. Maybe in another 18 or so weeks I'll have some further insights. Until then, know this:
When asked what kind of weird cravings she might be having, she began to reply that she didn't have any weird cravings, but she did crave carb-y things more than usual... At this point her loving, compassionate, honest husband broke in and finished answering for her: "All of it. She'll eat anything."
Thanks for your honesty, darling!, she said.
Whoever she is, this mystery beauty, she might have a long, diabetes-riffic rest of the pregnancy ahead of her.
Carbs, carbs... NO! PROTEIN AND VEGGIES! to you and yours,
xo
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