Pregnancy Post 35

Also: this week my mom actually asked if I was losing weight because she thought my face looked more slender.

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Not the case. And not really a worry. I am gaining weight more slowly than my first two pregnancies, and as long as I get my fella here safely, I don't give a whit about my weight. I gained 70 with Connor, 55 (I think) with Bellamy, and I think it'll be lower once again, so balls to stressing about  it for the next 4 months.

A week or two before I found out I was pregnant I had just hit the 60 pound weight loss mark, that I'd been working on for two years. SIXTY POUNDS. I am not gonna lie, it stings a little to be gaining it back, but this is my last gestational go round, and after losing so much before at a slow and  healthy rate, I know I can do it again. I've proven to myself I can do it.

After having Connor, it was always one of my bigger pet peeves to listen to women who gave birth to perfectly healthy babies bitch about their weight gain/post baby bodies. I know it's a natural vanity thing, but FRICK. BIGGER PICTURE. Fairly sure having your baby in your arms is worth a few extra pounds, whether you lose the weight or not.

With school starting, and really hitting the planning stage of pregnancy, I have so many other things that could stress me out I don't want to let something like this add to it. Trying to quell my neuroses and focus on the important stuff. Like my sanity. Like my relationship with Richie and Bellamy. Like getting Harrison here safe and sound.