The Weighting Game

As of one week ago, I am officially in the third trimester of my pregnancy. It has started to hit me that I'm really going to have a baby. I feel her move all the time, and she's getting very strong. People are starting to give me gifts for the baby and hand-me-down clothes. The holidays are over, so I can't put off baby projects any more, like painting the nursery and picking curtains. I'm starting to get excited about when I'll be able to hold my sweet baby girl! And, I'm starting to worry about how much weight I've gained, and how much more I'm going to gain. When I was pregnant with Dallin, I read millions of pregnancy books, and they all recommended gaining 25-35 pounds. I (stupidly) set a goal for myself that I was only going to gain the minimum 25 pounds! It was a very depressing day at 7 months pregnant when I passed that weight! I will say, I gained less than 35 pounds, and Dallin was a big baby- almost 9 lbs. And I lost all of the weight, plus 5 pounds, by the time Dallin was 7 months old. There was one doctors visit, towards the end of my pregnancy with Dallin, that I didn't gain any weight. The baby grew, my stomach grew, but I didn't gain any weight. It was the single most wonderful moment of my life! So why am I so worried about gaining weight again? There must just be something about being weighed on a regular basis, in front of the tiny, never-had-kids nurses at my doctor's office, and seeing my weight increase on a regular basis. It's just depressing! It doesn't help that my stomach is measuring big for how far along I am. And WHY does my butt have to get bigger? There's no baby in there!!! My growing size has even made an impression on Dallin- the other night during prayers, he said "please bless mommy's big tummy!" I may be about to experience "the miracle of life" again, but it sure hasn't done my body good!